June 23, 2026 11:14 pm

Upon Tuesday the 23 of June, time stood still,
In 2026, a story began to fill.
Where degrees north and degrees east unite,
Under ‘s gentle light, a beautiful sight.

Born in the heart of ‘s fold,
A lamb so pure, a story to be told.
Its scent, of newborn hay, so mild,
In , a precious child.

From , the news took flight,
To , in the soft moonlight.
Beneath ‘s watchful eye,
The lamb began its dance, under the open sky.

In the rhythm of life, under ‘s command,
A new verse written, on life’s vast sand.
Told by , under the stars above,
A testament to tenacity, a testament to love.

In , the lamb’s scent so sweet,
A reminder of life, a rhythm so fleet.
In the 14 minute of the hour, a thread we weave,
The paradox of life, a reason to believe.