The midnight sun in all its glory,
An endless day, a brand new story.
A crescent moon high in the sky,
As stars twinkle, up so high.
Shimmering light upon the earth,
A never-ending sense of worth.
A moment to simply be,
To cherish what we cannot see.
For in the midst of endless light,
We find the peace to rest and fight.
To begin anew, a day begun,
By basking in the midnight sun.
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