I sit here staring, basking in her light.
Within her limbs survives understanding.
Somehow she brings the day into the night.
She holds a song written before her birth;
Inside her voice is housed a solemn tune.
You'd never break her value or self worth.
She'll take your breath away under the moon.
Adorned with silver 'cicles and a star,
Her earrings sparkle as bright as her crown.
Her ornaments highlight her hidden charms;
The gifts below her skirt can break you down.
Mother Nature gives a lovely show.
Her needles stick you when you hold her, though.
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