The amber glow as day begins to die Behind a darkened hill that lies to west, Where trees that silhouette against the sky March on like lines of soldiers on its crest.
He profits from extended toes, As o'er the lily pads he goes. His call is just a quiet screech Although he's not inclined to preach.
To see the Earth from a distant Star Would give perspective to who we are: A speck of dust in a galaxy; A whirlpool set in an endless sea
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