Eclipses Are Shadows
Nature is a mysterious Lady;
with a whimsical personality.
For She can be both sunny and shady:
when surreal suspends reality.
The sky's an abstract painting in progress;
a canvas of changing colors and hues.
White clouds appear as vapors coalesce
in a sea of turquoise and sapphire blues.
Nature is omnipresent and complex,
with hidden quirks not yet fully revealed.
But as we learn to observe their effects,
one by one, Her secrets begin to yield.
We've discovered eclipses are shadows:
yet there are still things that only She knows.
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