Satellite
Silver, gleaming,
Weightless seeming,
Gazing out on new and old...
While Tearing through its orbit cold!
What doth a satellite behold?
Stars shine bright and sail by night,
Atoms crash, photons flash,
-The darkness bite.
Defending Teirm with rays of light,
When there are no gods in sight.
The suns glide on,
Fighting still, a hopeless fight,
Against their foe,
The freezing night.
With all this, though,
It does not know,
That way below the blowing snow,
A polar bear, deep in it's lair,
Is huddled, and with dreams a-glow.