The Uni-Grape

What if I threw my one good grape up high So high it left the atmosphere of Earth behind A tiny purple oval object turning over in the sky A fragile skin the only thing protecting it As it travels into space where life begins To another world, perhaps the moon by chance Without a space suit on or parachute to land Could it live a life out there, alone, no air They say there is no sound in outer space If an astronaut stepped on the moon And on the uni-grape while taking soil samples Would you hear a cry around the lunar lander We just don't know for certain It might just let out a little wine