The Cosmic Dance: Sun, Moon, and Earth Explained

The Earth, the Moon, the mighty Sun,
Three bodies bound, yet each one spun,
To dance in patterns vast and true,
A clockwork waltz in cosmic blue.

The Moon, a mirror, cold and bright,
One-four-hundredth of the Sun’s great might,
Yet placed so perfectly between,
That solar halos can be seen.

A burning crown, a ghostly ring,
That bends the light, a fleeting thing—
The shadow cast, a measured veil,
A story told on cosmic scale.

And soon again, the world will gaze,
As twilight falls in midday haze.
On August 12th, in twenty-six,
The Sun and Moon their magic mix.

From Iceland’s shores to Spain’s embrace,
A fleeting night will take its place.
And Castellón, a golden land,
Will darken by the Moon’s own hand.

At half past eight, as day still glows,
The Sun hangs low, the shadow grows.
A veil of dusk will flood the skies,
As daytime dims before our eyes.

For ninety seconds, night will reign,
A ghostly crown, a silver chain—
The corona’s fire, soft yet wild,
A ring of light, the heavens’ child.

And though the Sun will rise once more,
This fleeting dark we can’t ignore.
A hush will fall, a gasp will rise,
As day dissolves in star-lit skies.

Yet even now, the dance goes on,
The balance held, the rhythm strong.
The planets move in silent grace,
Their orbits tied in time and place.

Beyond, the stars like diamonds shine,
Yet each one dwarfs our burning line.
A billion fires, a billion years,
Their light still flickers as it nears.

A universe of measured chance,
Of weight and balance, time and dance—
As if some sculptor’s careful hand
Had shaped the sky and drawn the land.

Yet here we are, so small, so brief,
Awake within a world of grief,
Yet blessed to see, to think, to know,
That stars still shine, and rivers flow.

So gaze in wonder, ask and seek,
For space is vast, and we are meek—
But in its vastness, thought takes flight,
And minds can touch the edge of light.