Sun is the brightest
Great, looming in the skyHeating the world
Igniting the morning
Of each new day
Moon comes next
Sometimes here, sometimes not
It's white glow a comfort
To weary travelers
Braving the night
Stars are third
Their small twinkling
Sometimes dimmed
By the lights
Of man
Next will be lightning
Great flashes in the sky
Followed by fire
Dancing upon the logs
Warming my hands, body, heart
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