The moon looks like a broken cookie
Though it stays always whole.
It seemed like cheese to tiny tots,
But now akin bread-bun.
Human senses are deceptive,
Unless we learn the truth;
From distance, one can never tell
The facts or truths quite well.
The surface cheats the eyes that pry
As if it is quite smooth;
But Neil Armstrong witnessed craters,
And lunar rocks quite near.
Our knowledge of things from afar
Need not be quite correct;
But many things are by surmise
Till science tells otherwise.
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