The Uni-Grape

Survival in the elements

The Uni-Grape

What if I threw my one good grape up high

So high it left the atmosphere of Earth behind

A tiny purple oval object turning over in the sky

A fragile skin the only thing protecting it

As it travels into space where life begins

To another world, perhaps the moon by chance

Without a space suit on or parachute to land

Could it live a life out there, alone, no air

They say there is no sound in outer space

If an astronaut stepped on the moon

And on the uni-grape while taking soil samples

Would you hear a cry around the lunar lander

We just don't know for certain

It might just let out a little wine