The golden sun has risen
As cirrus clouds streak the sky
Creating the shadows of leaves
That will fall from their trees
These forms fade within the light
Within the waves of the ocean
Every ebb and flow,
Finds its way over the slick idle stone
As the Earth turns ever so slow
The air and the gravity hold the stars
Above, the celestial body of Pisces,
the noble dream guide
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