Cosmic Spring Sci-Fi Poetry

There are eons of history on Earth,
And all are full of ageless births
Of minerals and living germs,
Of dinosaurs and simple worms.

But the life of a planet is not long
Compared to the Cosmic Song.
And all will end one perfect day…
Oh, Planet, be eternal! Pray!

Space is vibrating like a string.
It’s true: we meet the cosmic spring!
In billions of years in time…
How could you be on-line?

Spring, summer, autumn…God!
How many seasons we have got?
In history we flourish like a Man
Where is the next spaceship Van?