Maya wakes with a soft beep. She wears a warm suit. She walks to her ship. The door opens slow and calm. The ship is round and bright. Maya checks the map. She points. "We go to the blue moon," she said.
The engines hum like a big cat. Lights blink. Maya sits. She holds the wheel. The ship lifts. The house gets small. The trees wave. The sky is wide and calm.
Maya sees a cloud of stars. She counts one, two, three. The stars are like tiny lamps. The ship slides past them. Maya smiles. She likes the quiet hum. She drinks warm tea. A small beep says, "All safe." Maya nods.
A little rock floats by. The ship's arm reaches out. It takes the rock gentle. The rock rolls on the tray. Maya pets it. The rock is warm. "Hello," she said. The rock is a friend.
The blue moon is near. Maya lands soft. The ground is like velvet. She steps out. She plants a small flag. She hugs her rock friend. She looks at the sky and sings a short song.
Kind hands and calm minds guide us on new roads.
