-Sea of Stars-
In my little wooden boat,
Drifting slowly from the shore,
Bobbing lightly in the lake,
That I've stumbled on once more,
The moon is hanging high above me,
Showering me with silver light,
My little boat drifts farther out,
As I surrender to the night.
Nature sings her song for me,
Crickets chirp their melody,
Far away among the trees,
As water ripples silently.
Burning bright above me,
And shining down below,
Are the countless tiny stars,
That I saw so oft before.
And as my boat drifts to a stop,
After wandering for countless hours,
I stand upon my wooden boat,
And dive into my Sea of Stars.