A Field of Sunflowers on the Moon

It may have taken
A billion years,
Or more.

But we were patient.

We waited for the barren
Wastelands
The craters and the
Partial gravity,
The rocks and the
Green Cheese
(haha)
To invite us in,
Somehow...

But no, really.

So when these sprouts
All sprouted,
And when these blooms
All bloomed,
Then finally,
The Moon
Our mother,
Who we have ached for
So dearly...
Could invite us
All of us
To make our new home
Our true home
here.

At her bosom.

Casting our eyes,
Our blossoms and blooms,
Upward toward that
Fiery colossus,
Petals outstretched,
Imitation the sincerest
Form of flattery,
And the seeds all wondrous and
Glistening for the
Soil.

Then our bones-and-bits, they
Never came back.

This was the beginning, and
We'll always be as young,

Our tongues-and-ears,
Will always make us
Beings of mystery,
Our ideas of family
That had been fractured,
All came together,

And, as the plants
We all shared,
Became part of this
Universe,

The Heavens became

Perfect.