• Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
    in the sky beside the moon,
    of the earth so very far,
    from the lights of thy black lagoon.

    In the lushness of deep grass,
    spreading over the large hilltops,
    a small pond's surface just like glass,
    reflecting back those twinkling drops.

    Little leaves waving from trees,
    gentle laughs of the flowing creek,
    bushes dotted with ripe berries,
    bent by wind's alluring mystique.

    Tiny buds sprout from earth,
    lights glistening up in the darkness above,
    the shimmering stars watch their birth,
    such small blessings of Nature's love.