Oh, what a legend he is.
Sparked to life-
Purely through destruction.
To tear apart the landscape,
They aimed to do.
Only if they knew-
That I have parked my hammock to view,
Such a creation.
This magnificent string-
Of holes in the ground,
That you may view as true.
Arms wide open,
As an act of good faith.
Trust,
And encouragement.
Will soon follow.
Let us look up,
Every day of the week.
Just to hope-
That the man on the moon will be there tomorrow.