The Sky Below

An atmosphere.  Beautiful
blue arc of nitrogen and oxygen, alight from a star.
Speaking perhaps of life.

Do minds dwell
lofty in the vastness beyond
Inured to such a thing?

We are terrestrial
We live down on the rock.
So we go

"Sky above, familiar home.
Sky below, a song, a poem."

Reminder

By farthing, shilling or half-pence
We daily lose our innocence.