I sit and wonder by a star,
Of magic things , near and far,
Of why the sun comes up each day,
And shines its pleasant warm, bright ray,
Of how the moon takes the night,
Giving comfort with its light,
And why the blue bird, knows to sing,
Alerting all it's time for spring,
Of peaceful rivers running by,
And mountains stretching to the sky,
Of were, they meet, valleys low,
And wondering were the east wind blows,
How the flowers know to bloom,
Letting fly their sweet perfume,
I sit and wonder by the stars,
And praise God for how things are.
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