The prancing power of the Tome

In the history of daylight and ever growing the sun
The hectic rays never permits to melt down the beams;
As if moved by the stone stiffed inside the mine
In the hole of the meadow in the dawn of the earth.
Even the cluster in motion can never be moved
For ever lasting sanctification of the placatory Mars.
In the Tome, the history of  Astrophysics  in lining
For sole galaxies and the starry skying forthwith
Never disappears than twinkling from the source
As glittered in the creativity of the earth;
In the face of nature, plants and animals
To confront all the time for balance evaporating.
Not in the zoo or in the dead house of  the gallery.
These are like piles of knowledge heaped up
In the wake of dark and deep light of the lackluster
Underneath the intensive starry stones
Glittered and twinkled in the horse shoe nail.
Rather than stealing the wealth in broad day light
But by way of spontaneous thinking jots in lair
While processing the stealth in the profound cave
As if it has been domitable to explore the dead thoughts
For days come and gone by never comes back
For switching the difficulties hereinafter.