The Supernatural

We are part of the supernatural

Nothing about us is factual

Prehistoric stones bear witness

Nothing can make them confess

We’re being watched by the stars

They can write this planet’s memoirs

An oasis in the sun’s sphere of influence

Earth’s blessed with biological affluence

When taken for granted, life’s natural

Why was the earth chosen? It’s not rational

We’re in paradise, with conditions right

Under perfectly rationed sunlight

We’re yet to meet any celestial peers

They may stir up supernatural fears

With stones under our feet

And stars over our heads, it’s safe to meet