Myriad stars comprise the cosmic foam,
eagles soar to towering cliffs of stone;
reason gave way in ancient times to fear,
receding southward sun was not too clear;
yet its return provided peace and joy.
Churning atoms proved the very tonic;
houses in the universe welcomed each
robust reactant at its nuclear door;
it is the words of Alpha Centauri,
syllables of life arranging sentences,
time the workman so expert at his craft;
monuments are the stars to every living form...
astronomy's song, starlight charisma
seasons the ocean, lifts the albatross.