Luminaries so deep you are shining in the dark sky
Thou hath Scattered so bright in magnanimousity,
Man, will your lifetime be enough to count all thee?
Alas! The mystical formations were they made by chance?
The aurora borealis and the constillations when shall ever be my reach,
My hands are too short thou art thy ever to touch.
The magic of the pure is so original, it describes absolute perfection
The moon and stars are grand in heavens, It bestows unanswerable questions.
Oh, falling stars in heavens where are you to land,
Am I so eager to inquire about all this I see,
The grandeur in art Oh, how have you become?
