I stare through a window,

  A grand sphere.

  Laced with luminous blue

  Adorned with ochre gold.

  Owls hoot,

  Little ones chitter

  The firmament so deep.

  So rich,

  So-adorned with golden stars.

  Golden stars,

  And much closer, yellow flowers

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  Weaving and glistening in the sphere toward the lower left.

  Yet none can touch the blue-stemmed lady who rises into the sky.

  Elegant, yet strong,

  Regal, yet graceful.

  A crowning feature,

  With a burst of mirthful energy.

  Lily of the Night.

  Bright Child of Gentle Flora

  And Radiant Luna.

  'Lily of the Night' by Maria Natalie Skjeset (her pieces just make me want to write).

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