galactic the poem

It's an astral night

In the daytime twilight 

Rainbows on the hill

The moon is rising 

Looking to the stars

And their hidden secrets

It is clear 

We are a galactic people 

With a spectral mindframe

Marching onward

Through the dusk

Chasing sunlight 

With a nebula lamp

To light the way. 

Oh big day, 

We'll see you

Come about.