Moon sculpture

Soon, I will journey to the middle of the moon, There, I will proudly place a memento with flair, Fine sculpture shaped for reduced-gravity design, One like proud Lady Liberty, facing the sun. Like a bright beacon blazing in starkness, a spike, Soaring melodies of beauty gently pouring, From a breath of fresh air deaf to bees’ noisy hum, Bold, elegant masterpiece dipped in crocks of gold. Steady for the frozen silence of moon’s eddy, That unyielding oak that confines winds to the mat. Carved to freeze time, for history not to be starved, Set in stone, clothed in a bright future free from threat— Sweet treasure that no storm will ever dare unseat.