A field of cotton

I thought this poem was were nice, and rally show's Basho's view on Nature

back bent over the furrows, liza slippping crescent moons into her burlap sack making a wedding gown

it possesed me with such intense joy to read these lines that i wondered what exactly it was about them that caused it. and i understood that it was a very pure spirit in its purest form that stood there at the cotton field and felt the same wonder and joy; and being also a spirit of extraordinary imagination transmuted that joy into a powerful poem that recreated it to me, removed as i am in time and geography from that experience.

I believe this poem talk about perspective.
the large field cotton, an ugly and full of thistles plant, can look very beautiful from a great distance - just like the moon.

did Basho realized that human kind will reach the moon one day?