As light begins to fade, and night draws near,
A festival of darkness takes its place,
The moon and stars, a lamp that’s always there,
A beacon shining in the void of space.
Today, a twinkle, then a fleeting gleam,
Intermittent flashes, not a constant glow,
This world of light, a fleeting, sparkling dream,
With laughter that is both spontaneous and low.
Happiness arrives with each new dawn,
And melodies that fill the soul with cheer,
\"O light, my light, O world of light, so fair,
O light, that cleanses and warms the heart with care.\"
Eternal bard of timelessness and might,
How did you write such lines, with such delight?