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Please write a poem about the SUN

The sun rises in the morning sky, A fiery ball of light up high, It warms the earth with its glowing rays, And brightens up even the darkest days.

The sun is the source of life and power, A giant furnace that never grows sour, It gives us light and energy, A symbol of hope for all to see.

From the east it comes, a daily wonder, A symbol of renewal and thunder, It sets in the west with a crimson glow, A sight that fills us with awe and woe.

The sun, the source of all creation, A fiery ball of inspiration, It fills us with joy and delight, A reminder of life's endless might.

So let us bask in its warm embrace, And feel its glow upon our face, For the sun will always light our way, A beacon of hope, day after day.

Translate that into Latin

Here's the poem translated into Latin:

Surgit sol in caelo mane, ardens lumen altum tenet, calor terram tangit radios, et obscuras dies illuminat.

Sol fons vitae et potentiae, fornax ingens numquam deficiens, lux et vim nobis praestat, simbolum spei omnibus ostendit.

A solis ortu, mirabile quidem, renovationis et tonitrua signum, et in occaso rubescit, visu admirando, mirabilis.

Sol, fons omnis creationis, inspiratio fervida, luctum laetitiamque effundit, vitae semper renovandae praesto.

Ergo fruamur calore eius, et lumine suavi in facie sentiamus, nam sol semper viam monstrat, spes nos sequitur, dies noctesque.

please write a poem about the MOON

The moon sails across the midnight sky, A glowing orb that catches the eye, It casts a spell with its radiant light, And fills the world with a magic so bright.

The moon, a symbol of mystery and grace, A shining pearl in the vastness of space, It waxes and wanes, a cycle of change, A reminder of life's constant exchange.

It whispers secrets to the night, And bathes the world in silvery light, It moves the tides with its gentle pull, A force of nature that's oh so cool.

The moon, a muse to poets and dreamers, A celestial wonder that never dims or slumbers, It shines on us, a faithful friend, And guides us through the darkness until the end.

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