The morning star,
As bright as can be.
I sit upon my chaise lounge chair, and dream
about what I do see,
The ocean is calm today, the reflection of that
Big star, ripples across the water,
of what I wonder so very far.
The birds are chirping on this calm morn,
Watching them fly and build their nest, makes
Me wonder, do they get any rest?
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