Today I’d like to share a beautiful piece of poetry by one of my favorite Science Fiction writers:
“The arching sky is calling
Spacemen back to their trade,
All hands! Stand by! Free Falling!
And the lights below us fade.
Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far drives the thunderous jet,
Up leaps the race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet–
We’ve tried each spinning mote
And reckoned it’s true worth;
Take us back again to the homes of men
On the cool, green hills of Earth.
We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on fleecy skies
and the cool, green hills of Earth!”
“The Green Hills of Earth”
Robert A. Heinlein