I await the sun at night
And wish the moon at day
Water ripples in my wake
A calm is kept at bay
Fishes run amok
And find myself a fiend
Listen as the crows mock
Branches are bones at end
Gold, silver, unearthed at my feet
Yet no animals claim
My existent a natural repellent
No creature knows my name
Today, I still stand waiting
Sun to grin; Moon to shine
The night sky’s clouds vanish
And know this existence is mine
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