Zeolites, shining bright,
Mined by the moon’s pale light,
Floating in the silent cold,
Filled with treasure yet untold.

Oh Zeolites!
In the darkness of the void,
You’re the miner’s trusted joy.
Yielding gases from the stars,
Pyerite, Mexallon in our hauls!
Atmospheric dreams,
Locked in crystal seams,
Oh Zeolites, the galaxy’s gleam!

Glistening forms, double rich,
Asteroids that miners pitch.
Ten cubic meters, four thousand K,
Packed with value, night and day

Oh Zeolites!
From the moon they come to me,
Processed for advanced industry.
Basic elements we find,
Powering productions of every kind!
Atmospheric dreams,
Locked in crystal seams,
Oh Zeolites, the galaxy’s gleam!

- Zeolite Moon