|Always look up|

The sun between the buildings

Like a mystery shining

Thoughts of Icarus wings

In Sky strange dots and other things

Like a tiny child

We should look the sky

The spirit wild

Let the mind fly

Why this happens!

To most of all man kind

Since the Homo sapiens

Remain so hard to find

When a man thinks

The world moves forward

Like a simple blink

Or a spoken word

To, Neil deGrasse Tyson

Manuel Nascimento