Goodbye Mr Moon

They took the measurement daily Precisely on the stroke of noon By bouncing a laser beam Off the surface of the moon The results were recorded With great precision and care Not just yet any reason for Anxiety, worry or despair. On the time scale of a human Still Many eons and eons away But on the Galactic time scale Not much further than a day The moon would escape from The Earth’s weak gravity pull And on that fateful day the Earth Would feel the effects in full. The delicate equilibrium Be destroyed as it moved on And green inhabitable Earth Probably be irrevocably gone. Mankind’s vanity of being special Gone as it slowly died away But on a galactic time scale They’d existed less than half a day. The planet would still serenely orbit A world now ostensibly asleep But who know what may be stirring In the now static oceans’ deeps.