my spirit is insatiable, mine eyes never tired of
Nature’s intrinsic smile, my sensoria of smell,
touch and taste are never sated even as my time
for nocturnal rest arrives as my spirit remains
awake, heightened with delight by dreams
and like the tree and flower who remain awake
when all else are asleep, to embrace moon beams
as they do sunrays, for rivers still run and the ocean
tides still ebb and rise under the noir of night with
glistening energy from reflections of glittering stars
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