Pale this day

so where in this world do I belong

the struggling over crowded throng

the truth is such a mystery, so far away

but not so far, we do not see the pale this day

history is a story so full, but the question,

is a study so near, we have naught to fear

look around you the world, so blossoming ripe,

from history the truth, the foolish would wipe,

if we had a hope, in last devastation,

the most honest of truths, would bring us a tear.

look back through the aeons, come down from the trees,

the direst dark future, we still should not freeze.

I name the koala, the fiends of the plain

in deepest of darkness, the giants remain,

how far can we reach, to the outermost star?

how hard will you push, boundaries so far,

though darkness betakes us, we still lack not sight,

through, cold, fire and bleakness, with peril and fright,

our heart is the world, a story yet unfurled,

the memory of coldness, of ice and small fire,