Walk the fields in the dead of night

lift your eyes what a sight

the chilled night air is fresh and clean

your mind it fills with dreams unseen

surley we are not the only race

to occupy the outer space

space a place to throw your mind

planets out their for us to find

we send out craft to investigate

for the news we all await

is there life beyond our field

the universe a distant plain

surely someone is doing the same.