In this poem, Belle Robertson continues her love of the supernatural and the unexplainable, by contemplating the possibility of us not being alone in the universe.
The universe is forever growing
Of this we are almost sure
So why, when I pause to look at the sky
Do I feel I've seen it before?
They say that there is nothing to find
Therefore communication is not possible
But the average rate of forming stars
Deems the possibilities incomprehensible.
And how many of those uncountable stars
Possess celestial bodies now orbiting?
Surely some of those rotating orbs
Will ensure that life cycles keep circling?
What if they evolve to acquire
Eternal knowledge and absolute clarity?
Surely a being of such decent
Would stay away from all of humanity?
So when you wander under the skies
And look to those stars so true,
Just bare in mind there may be something
Looking straight back at you.