Hey moon the colour of spoon!
It is time you were redecorated!
We Earthlings perched on this little wet and dry planet
are tired of your unbroken silveriness,
we need cheering up!
So it is time to paint the deep levels of your craters
a bold, intrepid aquamarine.
Your saucery rimrocks shall be streaked with white,
(not a dreadful fog-white but a divine frost-white).
We shall swing high on scaffolding and paint your
slanting mountains in the rowdy colours of wild horses.
Canyons and chasms, rifts and ravines will remain dark,
dark as bark.
Your drab, flat seas will be tinted grassland green;
your battered rocks and boulders a fiery prairie red.
Hand-sized stones will carry the colours of wine and plums;
lilac for all small pebbles.
And your dust, your powdery, gauzy, cheerless dust
we shall also paint. Each speck will be hand-tinted –
each a richer colour than the one before,
and each a finer colour than the one after.
And when, sweetly in the middlenight, we Earthlings
look up to view you bustling across
that muddled, star-thrown sky, you will appear
to us as some majestic eastern emperor might,
bejewelled with scintillating gemstones,
adorned with shimmering pearls.
And you, silver desert, will be the most dazzling,
the most vivid, the most alluring,
the most miraculous chunk of rock in our startling solar system.
And of the sun?
Ah, the sun in her gassy mass of sallow yellow
will be green with envy!