Take a translunary trek to a place
that's eons in time and light-years in space
from all that we know, and all we avow
and all that we like to call "here and now".

Look at the vastness of all that exists—
intricate structures of which it consists;
time inconceivable for it to form,
patterns astounding, though chaos is norm.

Consider why life is as it appears,
how it has changed over billions of years.
Adapting, evolving, so it survives;
more species are gone than now are alive.

How vain are we humans when we assume
that this little orb cannot be our tomb?
We plunder, ravage and kill all that moves,
imagining someone "out there" approves.

In prideful arrogance we make a fuss,
thinking the cosmos is all about us.
Yet we are but dust, and numbered our days;
 humanity— just a transient phase.