A New Horizon Poem

We once sang a sweet melody

in the joyful month of June,

"Gracious Come With Me To The

Valley Of The Moon!"

We will go about in garments

of brilliant sand,

assuming that you will simply give me your

priceless little hand.

Gracious come now,

allows to go to the moon!

In those concealed cavities

we will everlastingly swing

from a wonderful hand sewed

lounger that I remembered to bring!

Could you at any point accompany me to the valley

of the moon?

In the sands of sparkling gold

we'll all cheerfully move,

where just sun radiates

furthermore, holy messengers have skipped!

We will sit about

in the cool shade and shadows,

eating sustenance from the pixies

in the valleys!

Goodness please now,

do come to the moon!

Oh...can you see...there...,

my dear youngster, gracious look!

Where the elderly person's left eye is

we will be!

We all eternity joyful,

like a representation in a book!

Gracious please now,

we should go to the moon!

Indeed you, yes me,

we all and the entire family,

do come now,

we should disappear soon!