The universe is too small and simple things are important
We couldn’t grow anything on the Moon
So we built this farm between deep red cliffs
And we watch for the times that the bright, blue Earth
Shines in the black sky.
The ground is fertile and we have dug water
From the dark ice in the south.
The days will come when children can run
Free near small rivers.
And the sky will be blue.
Our fathers found the red lands too small
And so we make our farms on a green world
Which travels with it’s entourage of tiny moons
Around a blue star.
Some of the constellations remind us of the images of Earth,
But some are odd.
Like animals that our ancestors never hunted or farmed,
And have different meanings in our lives.
There is much water and many lush valleys.
The children grow strong in the heavy gravity.
And play their games in the long days,
And dream of the blue world so far away.
The clan is spread on worlds
So far from home
That the children are different in shape
As well as colour.
And the giant ships that pass between peoples
Take our fruit to the edges of the galaxy.
And our grain to the rich, blue world
That our race sprang from.
The simple things never change.