Night falls, the stars have flown down
Into a tree of bright green.
Baubles, amidst the bubbles of light,
Shining into the night.
Birds of metal tinkle in these
trees of the inside.
With the moon arrives the spirit of the season -
The spirit of love, cake :) and peace.
The branches of the tree reach out
To the painting of Krishna above,
Which religion do we celebrate?
Who cares? Does God?
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