A TRIP TO THE MOON

If I have a dream,

A dream to reach high and high

But never low,

It would be of reaching the Moon,

The ball of Glory

The blessing From the Creator to us!

It gleams in the dark ocean

Above our heads

With its friends,

Its twinkling friends!

I once stepped onto ;

The gleaming ball

And found the long trenches

Or the so called crators!

They gave me a fright

But then a laugh!

I think I travelled by a ship;

A sort of ship.

And then placed my heels

Onto the moon.

The glorious ball,

Welcomed me as a guest,

It showered me with flowers!

It waited for me with light!

And quenched my thirst,

With its new drop of water!

I came back ,

My little head held high,

My mind filled with pride

Back to the ship;

To the Earth.

Only to find myself on the floor

Laughing my heads off!