There’s a circle in the sky.
Smooth and silver and bright.
Everyone is afraid of it.
Maybe they are right.
Maybe it is a sign of doom.
Maybe it is the beginning of the end.
Maybe it is an invasion waiting to start.
Or maybe it is someone hoping to be a friend.
I see the circle in the sky.
I don’t see it as a sign of doom like everyone else.
I don’t see it as the end of it all.
I don’t see it as mankind’s inevitable fall.
I see beauty in the circle in the sky.
I see hope in the circle in the sky.
I see light.
Soothing and silvered and shined bright.
Something that beautiful cannot be anything bad.
I will hold on to this hope even if it is small.
I look up at the circle in the sky.
I hope that we humans will not fall.