That golden glowing globe
That rules a daytime cloudless sky
And lights and warms the Earth
Sustainer of life for all that grows and breathes
The pivot of Earth’s annual round
Our nearest star and yet so far away
Its light journeys eight minutes
To reach our Earthly home
Thus at the moment of my death
The sun that's seen
Is not as at my final heart beat
But as it was when I was still alive
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Author:
Classicmister (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2022 11:22
- Category: Reflection
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It would take 8 minutes at least for us to notice anything that could be happening to the sun. The implications of this lag is enormous. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
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