There Are The Above Stars

There are the above stars that shun and fell,
The delicious impressive ways they are;
All the treasures that are floating afar,
In the sights and number of each becquerel.
All the caprious distances growing away,
In the numbers and discoveries like one;
Morning of daybreak when twinklings are gone,
And clear with blue sky we meet the day.
Never forget how the heavens are made,
Impressive ways covered forever as new;
All without reach and to the stars not few,
Just within sight what the eyes shall arrayed.
Time dimension around every season,
Boundaries reach without human reason.