We are alive.

In a universe of emptiness,

Life found a foothold.

Against all order,

Against all odds,

Life rose from the dust,

Swimming, slashing, flying, roaring,

And now,

Quietly gazing at the stars,

Thinking, wondering,

About itself.

And it is beautiful.

We are human.

We love, we fight, we laugh, we cry,

We dance, we fall, we sing, and we try.

We build, we break, we feel, we ask why.

We bleed, we sweat,

We live, and we die.

And it is beautiful.

We are ready.

We yearn to spread our Earthly wings,

To take this treasure,

Life,

To new worlds,

Not because we have to,

But because we can.

Because we want to look to the stars,

And know,

That somewhere out there,

We are alive.

And it is beautiful.