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.