On the Moon

  
Everything looks different when you’re standing on the moon
The Earth seems smaller, just for one
Not all that grand next to the sun
And yet you see it is alive
Its brilliant colors fill your eyes
And even though the darkness rolls across it every day
Twelve hours pass and then that dark is slowly pushed away.

Yes, everything looks different when you’re standing on the moon
Your only food in freeze-dried packs
Your oxygen strapped to your back
Life-giving home is far away
You’re in a place you cannot stay
You’re caught between the wonder that you ever made it here
And the knowledge that you’re vulnerable and that there’s much to fear

In that one moment, on the moon, so many things seem clear

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