Chapter 14 Poem

Lavender swirls
across pink satin skies
trees tall as buildings
and lots of sunshine.
All kinds of creatures
wander this land
kind, unbothered
no one dares lay a hand.
The people are strange
neon clothes they adore
on their heads lie antennae,
2 eyes? No- more.
On this foreign planet
the goal is world peace
but we come and ruin it
this poor planet in space.