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.
Her beauty is not only skin deep,
for she has a voice,
that also soothes us to sleep.
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