FIRST TEN YEARS ON ZEBULUN A SPACE COLONIST’S LAMENT

Words by M. Lee Alexander

When the two suns set and the moon spins round and black waves peak on the ocean sound and the stars glow gold through our crystal dome-that’s when I rejoice in our new home!

But when in dreams I still can see the gleam of the wild blue surging sea and the rivers cool and the forest green and cities like giants invading the plain and rain clouds gathering in the night over meadows broad and mountains bright to drench the land that gave us birth— that’s then I miss sweet planet Earth!