A Conversation with Elon Musk

A Conversation with Elon Musk

With Elon Musk we spoke at length,
And all grew clear as crystal strength —
As two times two makes four, so plain,
No fog remained inside the brain.
He is a Martian, just like I,
A kindred soul beneath the sky;
A wanderer from distant stars,
Who slipped into an earthly guise.
“Do you truly grok this Earth?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” I answered, “I have passed
That lesson, deep and bittersweet.”
“Not as reproach,” he smiled discreet,
“But that you grok it more completely.”
“What is your mission, Elon dear?
What do you seek for this blue sphere?
And for its people, frail and bright —
To fill their hearts with kinder light?”
“Well then, good fortune to us both!”
We stand as colleagues, nothing loath.
May Earthlings bloom in joy and grace,
With strength to turn the world toward Good,
To smile instead of sorrow’s mood.
“Send my warm greetings back to Mars,”
He answered with a gentle smile.
The link then faded, soft and far —
Yet all was clear as morning star.
Like two times two makes four, so true —
Blessed be this Earth, forever new!
May she be spared from desecration,
Unlike her sister, Mars, forsaken —
A barren waste by war consumed,
No haven left, no gentle bloom.
The Great Creator guards her well,
That Earth may never share that hell.
Let her dear children live in peace,
Cherish her shores, her skies, her seas,
And fill each day with grateful praise.