The sun, the moon, the stars in the sky,
shine bright every day, even once we die.
They shimmer and glitter a spectacular sight
and bring forth their presence on Earth as light.
The sun and the stars, giant heaps of gas
burn and do not fade, but forever will not last.
The moon, a giant rock afloat up in space,
looks like cheese while some say it looks like lace.
All these creations shall dance every day
until every person, in a grave, shall lay.
Fortunate to have heat, and beauty, and light
and we still have all this in the dead of the night.
For infinity in time they’ll reflect their power
above us in the heavens in the sky like towers.
A. R. Teller