tonight glanced at Orion's nebula
place where stars are formed
rather like a incunabulum*
where universe is transformed
producing billions of stars
each and every day
know its miles afar
but its in our milky way
new stars are born blue
then gradually they fade
yes this is quiet true
some stars old like Slade
i can carry on and on
about escapades of space
about how our sun is shone
and lots about our human race
incunabulum*=cradle
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