I watch the endless sky
Spread over my head
Like a canvass dotted
With stars and as a shed
I watch the deep dark
Sky with a shining moon
It moves with the clouds
In wind gently swoons
I watch the stream in the
Valley moving with a sound
Sweet and soothing as it
Runs on undulating ground
I watch and feel immense
Joy at the shooting star
That grants my wish before
Getting vanished in the air
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