space

I have no air, but people walk on me.

You look through me to see the stars, The Moon, the planets, even Mars. I sit at home or in a dome, Helping space feel close to home.

I shine bright, but I’m not the Moon. You see me during the day.

It shines at night,Disappears in the morning

I go up high, with fire and speed, I take astronouts where they need

I’m blue and green and a little brown I’m a small planet with life all around They call me the third rock from the Sun I don’t have many moons – just one.