“What planet would you like?” we asked
She said “I’m fond of Earth,
With all its freight of greening life
Its mulch of death and birth.
It’s warm and close and bursting out
With fellowship and cheer
The rest are cold and splendid
As they sail on through the sphere.
Distant as destinations
The beacons of the sky
Revealing chilly splendors
As our robots pass them by.
They’re beautiful, but lacking
In plays and art and mirth
And kindly human pleasures —
Yes, I think I’ll opt for Earth!”
