Om

I was going to write a poem (I usually do it on paper), but I got doing other things like threads and what not, so here it is:

[B][SIZE="3"][COLOR="White"]This is a song to stretch the mountains to the valleys.
This is a song to conjecture about myriad worlds and distant galaxies.
To conjecture about physics in places we'll never know.
To conjecture about distances, the imagination, and the stretch of distances and imagination.
To see around the corner, see the future, see the illimitable black;
This is time, light, and darkness-

This is a song to be read in front of foreign audiences.
An embassy from our people to yours-
Here we say: on our planet things are not perfect.
On our planet we have thieves and caterpillars.
We have all things on our planet, we have all things we know.

This is a song: a few of us here would love to live with you there-
We're well mannered.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/B]