Enchantment

The day has dawned delightfully indeed

The sun is shining in the silver sky

The grass is growing green in seeming greed

To top the turf in splendor, or to try.

The morning mists like magic melt away

To leave the lingering lawn to look its best;

The frosts have fled to foreign lands. The fae

Have winged their way to wander in the west

Nearer to night than morning. Now we near

The start of summer, and the sunshine shows

Queer, quiet things that quaked our quilts with fear

Can comfort us, in kinder, daylight clothes.

And yet, you know, your warm days make me yearn

For frost, and frozen fairies in a fern.

Galactic

The stars are bright during the day.

They do not change depending on our sky.

And if they would, they are so far away

They could not even see our Earth to try.

The Sun, though closer, also does not alter

With our Earth's weak rotations as we turn;

Its massive fusion cannot, will not falter

So even in our night the Sun will burn.

The Moon, I must admit, will never shine;

Its beams can but reflect the Sun's bright light

But sunlight will reflect from it just fine

Even when, to us, it is not night.

The heavens do not wait on our affairs

No more should we on strangers' thoughts or stares.