Though old, you are still in your time
Have seen much and will see more
In our present galaxy planets like sand
Distant, endless and evanescent
No wonder organics feel so strange
Last voyage you found a singular cellular
That grasps at life every hundred million years
Gasps briefly and folds itself to salt
Though its home will last a mere billion more
It lies safe in its solitude
Its world is odorless, colorless
All its own
Some gas giants live eons but hardly move
An existence dull and painlessly smooth
Never see their lovely, stupid selves
Your past trips give organics a poor reputation
Brittle, bizarre shapes and pointless waste
Whole worlds where life only stares at a sun
Yet our ancestors included one of these mistakes;
Inconceivable, yet now undeniable
Can’t know what slime might become in time
So take great care
Use cloaking dimensions liberally
If sentients see us they think us gods
One of you briefly tried that role
Their end is a warning to you all
Just watch; don’t touch
But if you find single species bigots
Who believe their domination liberation
Know they only destroy what nature creates
If you find such monsters force them to change
If you cannot force change force them to leave
If they refuse to leave force them to end
Is one species worth thousands, millions of others?
Any thinking machine knows that answer