In Death, There's Beauty
Where ancient waves dried to give land,
Eyes swim in seas of sparkling sand;
Through forests robbed of verdant glow,
Trees blaze with autumn’s red and gold;
From the icy deep lava climbs a mile,
To sleep above and birth a virgin isle;
In farthest space a lone star decays,
Detonates in bursts of diamond rays;
But there's nothing that so takes our breath,
Than the rich sun in its daily death.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2018
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