Satellites with solar wings
Titanium butterflies that drift
Larva free around the moon
In black and white eclipsing rings
Flee lycaenid Earthlight rays
To hover bright and perilune
Brittle steel antennae primed
To sip on signals from our shift.
Lava tubes are what we gift
Our regolith descents are timed
Days ahead for early noon
At sunrise Sulawesi’s K
Greets our climb and how we sing
Our news as bright as rubies strewn
Filter free, for Earth will lift
Its people crowned like rutile kings.