GODS

The heavens hold the stars

The eyes of gods shine brite

Watching their creation below

Once worshiped, now a fading light.

From creation born

Their power still great

Their worlds have changed

Subjects turn to science.

What numbers cant answer

Religion holds the key.

For our lives are still theirs

Till new worlds form

And their worship restored,

As sure as stars in their space

New specimens will admire

At the beauty, at the grace.