Moon at Half Past Noon

Muscles strain, a worker guides the steel,
That bites the sky, a city’s strength reveal.
Her calloused hands, a structure starts to climb,
A tower reaching, against the march of time.

From deep within the planet’s ancient crust,
The molten heart that yielded iron’s thrust,
These towering beams now pierce the airy height,
A borrowed strength against the fading light.

Fingers dance till dawn’s first silver gleam,
A coder weaves a world within a screen.
She feels her threads have caught the global flow,
A digital dawn, a future starts to grow.

Though thought takes flight in circuits clean and fast,
And digital pathways hold the moments passed,
The current’s hum, a power we command,
Awoke from ages sleeping in the land.

An astronaut trains, on dreams that pierce the night,
To stride on Mars, in pale and ruddy light.
Her spirit soars, beyond Earth’s dusty hold,
A human yearning, a story to unfold.

To break Earth’s tether, rockets fiercely burn,
A piece of this world, on a starlit turn.
The very fuel that grants this fleeting grace,
A treasure drawn from our terrestrial space.

We strive, we craft, our aspirations leap,
Our hearts believe the very stars we’ll sweep.
Yet every act, from dust to vision bold,
Is energy’s current, endlessly unrolled.

No profit swells, no deficit takes hold,
The sum of total stays, eternally controlled.