Poems That Came From a Beanstalk

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Do you know where the stars come from?

Did you see them born in space?

Are you certain you know the sun?

Are you sure of the power it holds?

We've got our books and screens

You've got your scientists and computers

I've got all of the knowledge in my hands

But I'll never read it.

I'll never know it.

They tell us it has to be

They know what it is

The sun was born and they say it'll die

The sun's brothers were born -- they'll die

But only five hundred fifty men have tasted the stars

Five hundred fifty, out of ever-growing billions of scientists

Five hundred fifty, out of our billions of books and screens and computers

We should only shrug and wonder how it tasted

You've said it and heard it and taken it in

You're smart now, because you know how it goes

You can see it from a distance, so now it's clear

Two dimensional dots in the sky; a bigger one to make it day

But do you know where the stars come from?

Did you see them born in space?

Are you certain you know the sun?

Are you sure of the power it holds?

I am not, but I trust there's someone bigger who is

And whoever puts the stars into motion

And whoever puts them to rest

Is better than I

So I will kill my pride and shrug

Then walk for the one I've come to love