Blessing of mine,

Don't whimper and whine

For the Sun has given you eyes.

And with those pupils,

so wide and so free,

The Sun desires for you to See.

The stars,

that are so quiet and far,

have given you dreams

so you can believe.

But the Earth,

so covered in mirth,

has given you ears

So that you may hear

 and repair

All the hate and pain that happens here.

So the Moon, with her harp and her cradle

Along with the Night and her ladle,

have given you rest

So you can do best

And live a full existence.”



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