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Quaint how we say the sun rises and sets
Earth’s not stationary; caught in Sol’s net
Anachronism from prehistory
Though we know better it’s still what we see

Honor her most when it’s our turning time
Reds and pinks in the sky sublimely shine
Scarlet at night is a sight to behold
Rosie view of morning treasure untold

Scatter the wavelengths of visible light
Produce lovely colors, sailors’ delight
Still, words that we use about set and rise
Have nothing to do with scene we describe

Each evening from sun we turn away
But come the morning we’re back in its sway
Axis rotation provides lovely gifts
Sol’s always there burning, never forget

 

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