The moon whispers to the sky
That some men came there bustling by
The ridges and craters they did not see
Nor did they listen to the silence of eternity
They hoisted a flag on a leveled base
Which does not even flutter with grace
That some men came there bustling by
The ridges and craters they did not see
Nor did they listen to the silence of eternity
They hoisted a flag on a leveled base
Which does not even flutter with grace
And left without thinking about the wonder
Of the stars, the sky, the thunder