Grey clouds scared little birds
Nigh muting their chirping
Yet they gained strength anew
Echoing their sounds true.
Mother Nature rejoiced
By sunbeams quite blessed
Irradiating bright light
Sheltering the moon at night.
Stars scintillating
Lingered on the sky
With angels celebrating
Through chants divine, high.
A hapy feast for our soul
Celestial concert on the whole
May it be played on
Daily for everyone.
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