Eyes to the West
and the setting sun.
Burning your pupils
when the day is done.
Feet to the East
so to walk downwind.
Step down the ravine
or jump with a grin.
Stars in the North
a shiver and chill.
Looking for shelter
over the next hill.
Moon in the South
it hearkens a call.
Crispy brown leaves stage
the coming of fall.
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