the stars are putting on a show
to entertain one another
they do not think of the magic
they have worked
they do not know the meaning
of their light
here a leaf and there a beast
populate the silence
fields of clover tint the planet
green and yellow
water runs from the mountain
roaring over rock
and here alone a man wanders
and gazes at the sky
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