The whole universe glowing
expected
for a new star
to be born and to shine.
Savage winds
on the earth congregated
growing quiet
they dreamt about her.
Even the quiet rain
started to whisper
chanting how pretty
the new star will be.
A white bird sang
and looked up
in the heavens
searching to see the new star.
searching to see the new star.
And then she was born
in the coldest of all mornings
as exactly predicted
by the wise man.
The bird sings no more
the universe's busy;
in the eyes of my beautiful daughter
I see twinkle of the brightest of all little stars.
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