The stars up high, so bright and clear, 
Illuminate the sky with such cheer, 
Their sparkling light, a distant guide, 
Through the darkness they do abide.
The moon, she rises, so full and round, 
Casting her glow upon the ground, 
Her gentle light, a soothing balm, 
A peaceful presence, a calming calm.
The wind, it whispers through the trees, 
A soft and gentle melody it weaves, 
Its gentle touch, a lover's caress, 
A fleeting moment of pure finesse.
The world around us, so full of grace, 
A wondrous sight, a glorious space, 
A place of wonder, of joy and light, 
A home of hope, a place of might.                
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