Yestermorn I watched the sun force its way through black clouds laced in silver,
shouldering through to illuminate a scene of such green and verdure it defied all bated exhalations,
As If I were an alien and this my first sunrise,
no wonder that like one as an alien,
I struggle to scry the memory and record it on paper, in such a simple language,
Let us build words to describe the unfathomable, let us fathom it.
For on this day I stood and burned before a Star and spun around on a giant orb, and these things are remarkable.