The Boon

Come fly with me to the silver moon –
This’ll no longer be wishful thinking.
It is a dream that will come true soon
Straight out of the pages of fiction.
Many nations may yearn for this boon,
But I’m sure the ones who will succeed
Will hail from my great motherland too.
And even the stars that keep twinkling,
To our conquests will not be immune.

PS: This is a Magic 9 poem. Rhyme scheme ABRACADABRA without the R, so ABACADABA. Also, 9 syllables in each line.