One moon for sale
Whole or by the slice
A meteoric doer-upper
A star buy
It’ll be gone in the blink of an eye!
Your own infinity pool overlooking the blue planet
It can’t get better than that, can it?
Navel gaze in your own star spa
Come on, dig deep, it ain’t that far!
Your own private beach
Within easy reach
Of most spaceports
Don’t just live the dream
Live on the dream-making machine
An out-of-this-world investment
A shimmering, cosmic asset
You’ll be the envy of all
Can’t you feel the pull?
She’ll be gone soon so don’t delay
One moon for sale – BUY TODAY!
You can’t sell me, the moon cried
As they sliced her up like an onion
And dried rivulets filled with tears
But only Earth could hear
They can’t hear you sing, my moon
They never heard my song
They can’t hear a thing, dear moon
They’re all but dead and gone.
‘They called me theirs,
Who so controlled me;
Yet every one
Wished to stay, and is gone…’
Earth-Song, Ralph Waldo Emerson