Pour the ocean into my cup
Sip by sip, I drink it up
Fire warping, ever-stretching
Graceful fingers through the distance
Poking holes into the clouds
Pouring through to burn them down
Clearing way for its path
So it can freely play and dance
Along the crests and to the land
To cast upon the dying
Its force of warmth and light here
We, absorbing and reflecting
It is the gift that keeps on giving


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