Humble Servants
In the darkness of night,
The moon and stars cast their light.
Sunrises of the mornings;
Sunsets of the evenings;
They share a common reality,
One quickly rises;
One quickly sets.
Clouds surround them;
Clouds pass them by.
Sunrises and Clouds pose as friends,
And unite as one great team.
All of them astound without a sound,
And obey their master's commands.
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