Addicted To Astronomy
Space is not clear, but it is deep.
It’s secrets, it will always keep.
On cloudless nights, great beauty’s seen;
beneath the moon’s long, radiant beams.
The stars, they always, greet with a wink;
You will miss them, if you blink
and telescopes aimed, will provide a show;
the thrill of passing, Saturn’s glow.
Delight will swell your ecstatic chest
and you’ll need to see the moon in crest.
No vision elsewhere can compare;
to the stellar activity, witnessed there.
Once you gain the viewing craze;
you’ll want to view it, every day.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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