Joy in the morning,
Because a giant ball of rock populated by sentient beings,
Remains hanging in the expanse,
And has once again turned to face a ball of glowing gases and plasma.
Joy in the afternoon,
Because the progression of events,
Stretching back to the creation of the cosmos,
Has continued and our endeavours immutably recorded on the very fabric of the universe.
Joy in the evening,
Because as the glowing ball disappears,
It is replaced by thousands more within sight,
And billions more in glory and wonder beyond.
