Look at the sun setting,
Marking the fall of darkness;
A constellation of stars appear ,twinkling,
With the moon smiling in all its haughtiness!
The sun seems to accept its defeat
As it disappears below the horizon
After completing a brilliant feat,
Withdrawing its glorious shine.
But, there it showed up again
Reappearing in the
As I looked up at the sky at dawn,
Considering it to my eyes, a feast!
With vibrant new energy to render,
It spreads its rays across valley, rock and hill;
Forcing anyone under its magnificent intensity to surrender
To its incipient gleam that shines; and always will.
It is the cynosure, fierce with its massive size;
And I feel, dear God, that it is your greatest creation
And though at night, its vigor departs;
It will always rise again and shine upon the coming generation!!
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