The Mothership
They were strange, weren't they,
the race they escaped today.
They never really saw their fate
just self-destructed from hate
We come back to mothers arms,
pristine seas and green farms.
the vibrant colours beckon,
across the light second.
The kaleidoscope of a
thousand sun chrome
We are home.
With your words, you have the talent to bring awesome images to mind; "kaleidoscope of 1000 sun chrome" is great phrase, very fitting to the fractal. Thanks!