.

It goes about its day,

Not caring ’bout what may

Happen or may not be,

As carefree as a bee.

A sky with golden mane,

The ocean its domain,

Wandering aimlessly,

Marvelling gracefully,

At the world it can see,

Out there beyond the sea,

Only the horizon

Limits its vast kingdom,

Time itself can’t wizen,

It’s passion for freedom.

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