Alone with the stars
And a rising moon
Holding the night in its glow
Hovering over all below
I can only gaze in wonder
Cool air in my tangled hair
Feeling I can almost touch the sky
My feet on the ground, the universe in my eye
I am both ending and beginning
On a tiny globe in space spinning
Yet, life feels large in this quiet, full of mystery
Standing on generation upon generation of history
Thinking who we are is who we were
Wapatanga Wilds 
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