Comes the night, comes the moon
The stars twinkling afar.
The planets are seldomly seen
But visible is the star.
Some believe their fate is held,
In the hands of the moon.
Some look to the stars for advice
In happiness and gloom.
Think about what's going on,
In the outer space,
The stars aren't only beautiful
They give our sky a face.
Without the moon we wouldn't know
From early or from late.
We would not know many things,
Moonlight or the date.
We'll send ourselves far away,
Into that gorgeous land.
Where will we be light years gone
In fire, water or sand?
The feeling of no gravity
Most will never know.
But I for one am interested
My dream is that I'll go.
By Gen