The sky is a canvas,

A canvas is a sky.

Into which rise golden stems

and blue-tinged leaves

Like pennants fluttering from golden lances.

In the centre, grand and bright

The solar satellite gleams.

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Noon Star,

Centre-point in a pale flag.

Yet between satellite and I,

Seeming to flutter like a trio of

butterflies,

Are three delicate creations of white, blue and

a touch of pink.

That could be perched on the

Central Orb Orchid Sun.