Oh, to see this Earth through Armstrong's eyes:
spheric sanctuary, floating whole,
white wisp of heaven like a feather,
touch of grace, imprint of God upon each soul.

In inhospitable deserts dry,
held against my will within the bounds
of littered lawns, political pawns,
gravity's weight constricts, constrains and confounds.

Eyes of restless heart stare into space,
blind to this new world spinning within
where life abundant moves to the beat
of hope, gone wild and out on a limb again.