Spears of light puncture grey clouds.
The mountains stretch upward
To the fire eye.
Dragging its brilliant weight down.
Grey clouds turn pink
Set ablaze by the heated glare.
Then orange striated with yellow
And purple sky
Folds up over the orb of life.
It's milky-way neighbor's wake.
One by one by two by thousands.
They watch, set in their heaven-home
Until fire breaks the day.
The mountains stretch upward
To the fire eye.
Dragging its brilliant weight down.
Grey clouds turn pink
Set ablaze by the heated glare.
Then orange striated with yellow
And purple sky
Folds up over the orb of life.
It's milky-way neighbor's wake.
One by one by two by thousands.
They watch, set in their heaven-home
Until fire breaks the day.
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