[Competitions are funny if not healthy! This poem brings out a weird comparision between man made beauty and natural beauty. In no way they can be compared! Nature is supreme. This poem goes on to tell why…]
The conflict
The lamp gave the moon a quizzical glance
To a lawn it lent a brilliant instance
Blending arrogance to man made pretention
The lamp of the lawn was no planetary illusion
Not shrouded by any ominous cloud
None borrowed just its sparkling power aloud
Triumphant it stood illuminating every sight
Boasting no myth to its extreme delight
Hatred! Thou shalt condemn thyself!
The moon smiled, every ray a hope in itself
Darkness seeks her to cordon the sky
Hidden my clouds for she is mysteriously shy
For a blessed earth she selflessly strived
Lives of the night just by her survived
A beauty she lent to infinite darkness
She lent to love, eternity in all its firmness
A world she lit, the earth she guided
The sun rays evolved, she slowly subsided!
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