The earth as we knew it is gone. The human race scattered across the galaxy.
One planet would be enough to bring us back together again.
One planet could give us the home we have been desperately searching for.
One perfect planet—but at what cost?
I always thought a poem was something that came with a specific, repeated rhythm and a rhyming word every other line. At least, this was how “Poetry” was taught in every literature segment I’d ever experienced from kindergarten up through grade school. At that level, poetry was simple, but fun. I remember teachers going over…