Lonely stars drowning in inky-black sea
A fragile crescent of moon is battered
This once-familiar shape is now lost to me
Once carefully placed points are scattered

Orion, brave and strong, now lost and confused
The sky's peaceful canvas in turmoil
The Painter withdraws, his artwork abused
Corrupted beauty is abandoned to spoil

A twilight breeze ushers in notes of grief
Mourning loss and fear in changing times
The cry of the ocean calls for relief
Trees whisper for peace in primitive rhymes

A soft glow shatters the tenebrous night
Tendrils of sun grasp for pieces of day
Gently assembling an arrangement of light
Building up hope in exquisite array

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