The galaxy dances, swaying to the rhythm of the stars

Ponder the creator's handiwork, so close, yet so far.

Sun's surface boils and burns, as we end the round

The needle drops, and we begin to hear nature's sounds.

Warm golden rays slowly shatter the horizon's haze

The creator's soundtrack plays on, a brand new day.

Waves crash softly at my feet, the crabs scurry about

As the clouds give way, lights from heaven pouring out.