The Sun bows
and kisses her good morning
and at every dusk,
he kisses her good night.
The moon washes over her,
at every twilight,
with a beam of pure delight.
The wind, teases her hair
and tries to needle her,
into a fight.
But deep beneath her skin,
she's as calm as a breathless midnight.
Deep within her darkest shadows,
there, beats the pulse of her inner light.
Of her wonders I will never tire
and her majesty will forever inspire.
Her beauty is not only skin deep,
it's a beauty that soothes us to sleep.
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