A rocket soared, April's first day,
From Kennedy, to light the way.
Artemis II, a crew on board,
Beyond Earth's orbit, newly explored.
Since '72, no soul had flown,
So far from home, to space unknown.
Translunar Injection, a gentle push,
Leaving our world, in a silent hush.
April fourth, halfway there they flew,
Towards the Moon, a silver hue.
Monday brings a distant sight,
Further from Earth, than day or night.
Orion's systems, tested with care,
Life support hums, a breath of air.
A hose that leaked, a glitchy screen,
Tiny troubles, quickly unseen.
A path like eight, a clever bend,
Earth's gravity, a faithful friend.
To pull them back, safe and sound,
If engines fail, no fear is found.
Splashdown near, the ocean wide,
San Diego waits, on April's tide.
A journey's end, a story told,
Of brave explorers, brave and bold.
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