A box in a box, it came to me,
after traveling so far by earth, wind, and sea,
to Alaska, the Great Land, its northern destiny.
A tiny blue marble of sparkling pure light,
with the magic to release vibrant squeals of delight,
in children who play under Golden Gate skies.
At the top of our ocean planet it plays,
but where it goes next we cannot yet say,
for who are we to know how long it will stay?
Until then we will fill it as full as we can,
with love and peace and how to best understand
the heart that belongs to the next pair of hands.