Nature at Play

Towards the thrifty Moon.

I witness!

It spares no room.

Exactness for its every space,

is done in the detail of total grace.

As the Sun peaks over the Horizon.

I watch to seek a vantage.

How does a giant ball of fire,

ever birth itself from below?

In-between the Sun & the Moon,

the Sky receives some air for breath.

Instructions all UN-writ!

In Rote it seems they go.

Only to follow,

for sake.