The Dance
The evening burning sky sent warm invitation to the wind
The soft wind whispered to the blue sleeping ocean
"Come, let's get stirred up, bring home mighty storm,"
The ocean woke up full of excitement of boredom day
Softly they held hands into a dance to the whistling wind
And their dance softly lingered wild
The stellar sea eagle flew full of dread
As the blue ocean cheats
They both danced majestically
They washed the ocean clean
And washed the fishermen away
They almost touched the twinklers
The stars looked down in maze
The moon forgot to sleep when the sun rose
And the sun softened the dance
And the wild wind run away
And now the sleeping blue ocean rests again
And every business alife with cheer
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