He began to mark each spot,
where the sun shown or not.
With a stick driven in the ground,
until there were 365 and he found.

The sun returned to that first stick,
and in another year it was no trick.
He could predict the time of year,
also when the moon phases appear.

He replaced the sticks with stone,
from it a temple to the sun grown.
More elaborate with each year,
as if to honor sun's warm cheer.

Others in the clan relied on him,
to tell them when it was time to hunt.
Time to harvest wild fruit ripe,
time to prepare for winter's bite.

The sun became so important,
to his daily life and time.
It became his God of gods,
to interpret this all the odds.

To say that he worshiped the sun,
would be right, in its yearly run.
Clan looked up to his advice,
his word became God's vice.

He conjured up all points of view,
garnered visions for the few.
His word would always come true,
astrology's pictures he drew.

But the underlying science,
was brand-new, and hence,
religion and astrology's fortune,
became a regular occupation, too.

Primitive people around the world looked to the sun
for warmth and sustenance. This poem describes how
astronomy became the first science as early man begin
tracking the sun's movements gathering data from what
became the first source of worship.

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