A Beam of Pure Delight.

The Sun bows down 

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, tries to play with her might,

and the clouds try to steal her limelight. 

But deep beneath her surface,

she's as calm and as magical, 
as a breathless midnight.

Of her majesty I will never tire, 
from horizon to shore,
she will forever inspire.

And her beauty is not only skin deep,

for she has an appeasing voice, 
that can soothe us to sleep.