In all directions it has seen beauty

In all directions it has seen beauty
Suspended silently sailing through space
Its clocksprings wind down eventually
To be sacrificed for its dying race
Soon it will brightly burn in its death throes
Descending in fall to its mother earth
Unaware of the wealth it has bestowed
Or what its uncanny vision was worth
Catapulted to see with steady eyes
Yet undeciphering the firmament
We mere mortals receiving bright surprise
A horizon endless and radiant
If I could be blessed with that sacred sight
I could stand that brief span in endless night