Nativity Poem by Anthony Russomanno

A BURST OF BRILLIANT NATIVITY

HIT THE HORIZON HIGH

A GLEAM OF LIGHT BROKE THE NIGHT

AND GLITTERED THROUGH THE SKY

IT'S RADIANT BEAMS BEYOND ALL

DREAMS THAT MAKES THE MORNING

ROOSTER CRY

THE SUN IS BORN, THE SUN IS HIGH

BUT THAN AGAIN IT TOO WILL DIE

SO EVALUATE THESE THINGS SO HIGH

THAT YOU MAY WISH TO SEE THE SUN

BEFORE YOU DIE

FOR MILLIONS OF YEARS AWAY

BEYOND MAN'S FARTHEST DREAM

THE NIGHT STAYS YOUNG

THE DAY GROWS OLD

WHILE EARTH BECOMES

REMORSEFULLY COLD.