The birth of stars in cosmic skies
could life and death epitomize,
and though we're but a dot in space,
our earthly home with azure face
might mirror all that lives and dies.
The morning rays that luminize
in shining golden lantern guise
may seem in day's ascent to trace
the birth of stars.
For suns shall set and others rise
through midwife Mother Nature wise
who cradles all in vast embrace,
while through her everlasting grace
brings from sidereal demise
the birth of stars.
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