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Midnight Sky


I gleam with a yellow satisfaction, The night couldn't be more clear. My thunderous telescope absorbs fiery light, And brings the booming images near. A silent planet soon takes shape, Within thousands of musty rings it lies. I cozily observe for just a moment, For soon enough, it dances across the sky. My eye then catches a group of children, Born from a red cloud, radiating wishful love. I tastefully take a step back from my place, Could all of this and more really be above? As I stare on in the warm summer night, I think of life, and what really matters. A feathery breeze continuously blows, And from the trees stems a jubilant chatter. The stars hiss and flutter, yet the moon emanates a lullaby. It watches the sounding Earth with protective eyes called craters. I feel like a child, one completely taken care of, Oh what a chiming gift, from the one and only Creator.
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