The beauty
In the sunset
Soon to disappear
Lest we forget
The wonder
In the sunrise
For some it seems
Too bright for their eyes
The softness
Of the clouds
The white ones so calm
With nothing to shroud
The danger
In the grey
Soon likely to burst
And wash us away
The countless
Twinkling stars
Each one will burn out
Implode and depart
The vastness
Of the night
Infinite little dots
Not all within sight
The glory
Of the moon
More power than most
Telling waves what to do
The grandeur
When it's waxing
Increasingly splendid
And greatly relaxing
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