Dark, cold, and incomprehensibly large,
The universe is ever expanding.
With billions of galaxies,
Floating throughout its expanse.
Shaped into peculiar clusters,
These giant systems spin through all existence.
A supermassive black hole at their center,
Holding millions, if not trillions, of stars together.
Within this enormity,
Solar systems etch out their domain.
Many in unforgiving, if not treacherous,
Regions of space and time.
On the edge of a galactic spiral arm,
One star found a mostly forgiving place.
Along with seven silent brothers and sisters,
Our blue and green world circles it.
Like a needle in a nearly infinite haystack,
We lie hidden amongst the cosmos.
Are we a fluke, a miracle, or one of many?
We may never know.
Regardless, we should respect this place.
It is our only home, and may be the only one.
by Cody McCullough