AScience Fantasy

“Ifman were meant to fly, he would have grown wings!”

I’drather side with Da Vinci, and dream of many things.

Likeunderstanding the source of a star’s power,

Andwhy it doesn’t burn out.

Likeknowing the origin of species.

Evenwhen there are those who still cast doubt.

Andwalking on the Moon too soon.

Sucha mighty summit to mount.

Toplanting new organs in us working.

Onceagain, to dance and shout.

Withfearful delight, we must take flight,

Intothe future, with or without.

Wecannot stop our fateful journey.

Untilthe fire of the idea, burns out.

Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull

7/7/01