Warmth, Light
Dust, Rust
The old
Observatory tower
An ugly place
Eerily bright
Though no one has
Replaced the light
In a trillion years
Yet it glows evermore
And hasn't grown tired
Despite the hardships
It may face.
A spite of oldness.
But the light's boldness.
The dust grew thick
But the homing place
Showed no remorse
Or defeat as long as the earth is well.
