Among many like it,
it's but the closest one.
Nor is earth a diamond
in a galaxy of stone.
There are planets
everywhere; in that, we're not alone,
But in a great family
of planets, we know only one with life
And several possible
reasons why.
Though many planets
form, forming life may be hard,
Or the universe crawls
with cells, but not gathered like we are.
Perhaps it is
intelligence that is rare, an accident, by chance barred,
But it might just be
too expensive to travel the stars.
There are two reasons for this poem. One, it addresses a question I've wondered about for a long time, so I researched it. Two, science is awesome. Unfortunately, it's didactic and not particularly well-written. Expect another attempt.
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