10,000 Words Part 51: Melt

The planet is certainly compatible: spinning and shining in the middle of a Goldilocks zone.
The ecosystem a delicate dance of creatures, my temptation is to call them plants, mammals, insects, birds. Actually they’re all and none of these. And there’s ice-caps. Both poles. Seeing that was like looking in a history book.
The last vestiges of humanity could thrive here.
All I have to do is turn the shuttle back around and report to the ship that our search for an unspoilt habitat is over.
Those ice-caps, though.
That delicate, perfect system.
I don’t think I can do it.