From the core of a star,
Comes the promise of light,
Another made to manufacture,
But to illuminate the Night.
Its product is time’s basis,
Upon the supply chain of life,
Forming the order it cannot miss,
Consumed on demand by the Eye.
The source’s market is our sky,
Advertise through colours reflect,
The quality check is beyond our try,
Beyond critique and full of effect,
A Single Sunray is beyond defect.