Moon Base Alpha

Fifteen side to my round robin.
Yet, my heart is still throbbing.
One small step into unknowns.
My Eagle has lands and flown.

Moral compass orbits around.
Since a new friend I have found.
Loops I make hopping craters.
Gravity comes sooner or later.

Walking straight line is uneasy.
Sometime it makes me queasy.
I look out my window at home.
And think of places I have roam.

When I get homesick for earth.
I think of the place of my birth.
The wonderful fields of green.
The bluest oceans I ever seen.

Mountains that can kiss skies.
Some valleys can tear my eyes.
The air you can let breathe in.
Earth was always best friend.

Gaea sings to me like a siren.
Dear, Mother Earth untiring.
The harvest is ripe in the Fall.
Gaea, I can hear you me call.