I wondered near and so very far,
I travelled to space, to our star,
And though we’re world’s apart,
But without it life wouldn’t be rife
With its overwhelming’s of strife,
As the stratosphere is so clear
With drowning out the hot rays
So we don’t burn on sunny days.
I think the stratosphere is so ace,
As it is the power of God’s pace
That the human race can so face
A Son tan that can leave a trace.
Mist in the sky’s can be a apt prize -
Opening up your eyes from disguise
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