Voyager 1
In coldest depths, in warmest breeze, This planet is a pleasant tease. From rocky plains, to valleys strange, The world has changed in its great age. And so too, have those of us, Who live in lights or nights we bus. Where we make, and dance, and sing, And send our voices beyond the ring. You see it too, do you not? A World of Worlds, On this Pale Blue Dot.