by Christine Cheesman Trajano
What lies down on the ocean floor,
Where no one goes for there's no door?
Perhaps the eel on a bumpy rock,
Or seahorses swimming around to talk? I wonder...
What space holds for the world,
Above the planets that are being hurled,
Maybe just an astronaut or two,
Or just an alien singing "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo!"? I wonder...
What it'll be like in a million years,
The color of our eyes, how long our ears?
Our brains would obviously be bigger,
Or maybe the size of a little tigger? I wonder...
What will happen to the sky,
If birds ever stop flying by,
The air of beauty, skill and grace,
Would no longer have a happy face. I wonder...
When I will die,
To see the heavens in the sky.
I'll be with God who'll take my soul,
To make me a princess with a gleaming white soul.