Syzygy
The sky was dancing with pink clouds,
Like cotton candy floating around.
Lightbeams were splattering about,
For mighty green warriors to sprout.
The sun seems moving yet he stands still, Constraint from duties without his own will.
But every year or two, the moon sends a gentle smile,
Making light years seems like only just one mile.
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