The
moon hangs bright in the sky,
looking down, on you and I
She has watched mans progress, through eons of time,
right from the start, seeing him crawl, out of the slime
Evolving from living in caves, and throwing stones,
to air conditioned apartments, and cellular phones
Our footprints, in her dust she has seen,
who knows what this millennium will bring
For now we are aiming at the stars,
first stop Mars