The clouds obscure the light,
But, can't stop its shear might,
Splinters of The Source,
Still bear an awesome force,
Her litters glitter,
To brighten the cloudiest day --
So, any rude attitude can sway.
Is there anything that can block Her light,
Besides the onset of night?
Even the moon has to swoon,
After a mere moment, penumbra --
The lunar shield... must yield... to Her awe,
And brighten the strangest day --
So, any rude attitude can sway.
No, there's never a dark day!