Earth Poem by william Konrad

This Pale blue orb that we call earth
Spinning since it's ancient birth
Hangs Silently in time and space
Suspended in an endless chase

What purpose in the scheme of things
Can this blue orbs meanderings
Contribute much of any consequence
To a galaxy so endless and immense

Astronomers, since early times
have searched the skies to try to find
How all the stars originate
And what might be our final fate

We've learned to peer into darkest space
But haven't found a single place
That tells us for a certainty
That we are not alone to be

Forever spinning round and round
Never finding nor to be found
By others in this galaxy
Are we alone, could this be

With all the stars just like our own
That not one star has ever known
A sphere as perfect as our earth
Sustaining life and giving birth