The Star from above

The star from above

No, she is not a lady, she is the sea

When I look into her eyes, I almost drown

When she is angry, it is like a wave lashing

Her laugh is a cool wave, kissing the sunny sand

Every time I touch her, she gives me a treasure

Shells and pearls of joy in good measure

No, she is not just a sea

No, she is not the sea, she is also the land

Her raiment is, but a river that flows merrily into the sea

Through the valley, along the hills,

And the landscape, that I adore

Her ornaments are, but like fruits on a tree

Fresh in aroma, they make a sumptuous entree

No, she is not just the land or the sea

No, she is not the land or the sea, she is also the sky

With her sunny smile and those deep onyx eyes

and her long black tresses like the dark breezy night,

heavenly and mystical, she watches from above

She roars and rains, yet brings joys abound

Quenches my thirst and instils life on ground

No, she is not just the sky.

Neither the sea, or the land nor anything earthly that I know

Blessed, content, grateful and overjoyed for this endow,

I raise my arms and thank, the only God I know

“Thank you Lord,

 for blessing my house, with this amazing star from above”