O bright star, manifest not just your glory, The sky, it dances brightly when you rise. In every tint of yours, I heard a story, Of an hour that holds both life and demise. When the world is weary, strange and bizarre, You came to me through blooms that were unseen. So strong, it shines just like an evening star. Come witness gloom through all that I have seen. The spring, it whispers to your graceful presence; I’m glad to see the bloom of my new days. Enough, I’ve seen the world without your absence. O bright star, manifest not just your glory, The sky, it dances brightly when you rise.