Filled to the brim with golden sparks of happiness, can you catch the stars?
The moon, casting snow shadows upon the ground, is ours.
The wind whispers wishes and swirls the sand,
Waves crash in a pattern seemingly planned.
The sun rises and sets here day after day,
The snow falls and the palm trees sway.
The fog rolls in in the morning and clears out by dawn,
Stretch your arms to the sky, arms wide and yawn.
Soon the sun rises along with the moon,
Sharing the sky, in a harmonious tune.
The bluebird retires and fireflies arise,
Lifting themselves to the endless skies.
