A glance in the horizon
unfolds the earth's light
as it journeys to rest and
its offspring dance, in celebration,
of their time to rule the firmament.

Here and there the winds travel
in joyous gloominess, clapping,
knocking and rattling
as the earth glides to
rest after a job well done.

"Salute!" we echo, as the after-day
take their thrones in dire
relentlessness to imprint their
presence that the earth
may not forget