They're precious pinpoints of flickering light
in the black and lonely night.
They are magnificent in their flight.
And have a silent might.
When observed with higher power,
or during a mighty rock shower,
They blossom as a flower,
And turn your lost sweet from sour.
Their companion is the lifeless moon,
and they're observed with joy, in the midst of June.
A host will even form a spoon;
but to their power, no one is immune.
They are the grasp-less giants
who have given many a sailor guidance.
O! they cannot be bought with a sixpence,
But will forever shine with everlasting brilliance.
So now do you know what you desire?
To even dare to acquire?
A wish from those dressed in fire;
From you? Who will but soon expire.
Instead you should simply gaze in childlike wonder:
At those who's grace is without number.
~Tlation
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