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...
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