Eclipse Echo

Across the sunbaked plains, a hush descends so deep, A million eyes turn skyward, secrets the heavens keep. The moon, a silent dancer, steals the sun's golden rays, And day surrenders softly, to a cosmic ballet. No human hand conducts, yet a symphony takes flight, A chorus of clicks and whispers, bathed in the fading light. Citizen scientists rise, with smartphones held on high, Capturing the corona's dance, a fleeting glimpse of the sky. Crowdsourced data streams, a symphony of dreams, Unraveling solar secrets, in the corona's diadems. Prominences unfurl, like flames in silent prayer, A scientific canvas, painted on darkened air. Millions become one, a web of minds entwined, United by the wonder, in a knowledge we can find. From classrooms to rooftops, a shared and curious quest, Demystifying the heavens is a collective, human test. Drones, like fireflies, paint the twilight scene, A mesmerising ballet, where science and art convene. Light dances and twirls, a digital display, Mimicking the eclipse, in a technological ballet. Stories take flight, on social media's wings, A tapestry woven tight, of the wonder that eclipse brings. A child's first awe, a scientist's delight, Shared in an instant, bathed in celestial light. The sun, a phoenix reborn, reclaims its fiery throne, But the echo of discovery, forever will be known. The Great North American Eclipse, a citizen science spree, A symphony of knowledge, for all the world to see.