The Woman in the Moon

"Dieu merci je suis dans la lune"
Whispered the woman in the moon
To herself as she looked down
Watched the final flames die out
Distant booms, screams and shouts
Had all gone silent now

Tentatively
She made her way across the vastness
Swimming breaststroke through the blackness
Till she landed in the wasteland
Thinking, 'How could I let this happen?!'
She admonished herself in bewildermеnt

But in reality, there was nothing shе could have done
There is no war fought
That can ever be
Truly won

Taking great silver strides across scorched skies and dry oceans
She remembers fondly back to a time when she would gleefully
Shift the sea
Far beneath her in great tides and motions
This gave purpose to her existence
But she's been restless and depressed for what she guessed must have been a millennium
Now the loneliness of this peregrination
Stung yet more tears onto her face, indeed
Rivers flowed down her cheeks
Replete in abject misery
She wandered onwards aimlessly
Staring out across the monochrome
Dust and ash between her toes
Continuing to cry until her eye landed on a shard of bone
From who, or what, she didn't know
But she resolved to give this poor soul a proper burial

And after a few minutes of digging
She cried out at what she'd found
Tiny seeds, tiny sprouts
Tiny seeds, tiny sprouts

Tiny seeds, tiny sprouts
Astounded, dumbfounded
New life underground
Tiny seeds, tiny sprouts
Astounded, dumbfounded
New life underground
Tiny seeds, tiny sprouts
Astounded, dumbfounded
New life underground
Tiny seeds, tiny sprouts
Astounded, dumbfounded
New life underground

And after a few weeks, new shoots and leaves
Began to open like capillaries
The moon, high above
Beamed its approval
"Mon amour est né de nouveau"