The Artemis with its four brave astronauts came home safe today!
Turning, burning,
yearning
Is the roaring of our
insides
That propelled the race
to space
It is the coming down
that
Is scarier than going
up
The rocket-fueled pop
Into the blanketed blackness
Dotted with gas filled
with brightness
Lifts the imagination
every upward
But who wants to ever
descend
Back to mudbound bleak
brown
The lushest, long deep
jungelesque growth
Or mountainess pristine
white wilderness
Could not compare with
the unknowness of space
To go to such a place
is beyond compare for most
So, to come back or
know how to get home
It is a rare thing to
toast
We lift our glass to
those four
That ventured beyond
our coastal crusts
And thrust into the
stars
Returning safely in a
splashdown
Dreaming now of exploring
Mars
As the next town
To be found among the
stars
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