The World
© R. Malcolm Brown, Jr.
A world without end
Vast, infinitesimal
Yet so small a place
To the moon they flew
Our brave astronauts so fit
When the blue pearl rose
From the lifeless sky
Our home appeared suddenly
Was perceived on earth
At last what is home
To those weary travelers
Was viewed all at once
Total life on earth
To be observed from so far
A world without end
Now it is finite
The urge to conserve is cast
In stone for all time
May 23, 1994