Waves gliding over the surface,
The obnoxious trees finding a stance,
The sun floating in the sky,
While the sea does a little dance,
My dream on the tip top,
Being moved left and right,
Loving it's every moment,
And it's gloriously beautiful sight,
As the sky's greed for the sun left,
I held it in my palm,
Unaware how to make it fly above,
The waters slowing to a calm,
I held it near,
Telling it my deepest dream,
Giving it my only light,
Hoping it'd grow that shining sunbeam,
As it fainted to a low glimmer,
I told it how it should be,
"You belong with me,
Not swallowed in the sea".
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