What is this I declare, flying high up in the sky. Is it my
imagination going crazy.
What do I see, those flying objects soaring high.
Some say, pranks are being played, hoaxes going berserk.
Yet, some say to real. I have seen many things in my life,
But not explained.
Lights flashing in the night, tremendous speed soaring
up above. Different objects of the universe.
Not a plane, nor a helicopter, nor a hot air balloon.
Some ignore the unexplained, but we are not alone.
For there are other homes in the galaxies.
To say we are the only ones to exist, is all but a dream.
For they are real, as you and as me. E T's of the night.
We are not alone, as some might seem to think.
They are among us.
Written By:
Donna Le
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