We are engulfed in the darkness,
as we walk, to the blazing fire.
The sandy beach, seems so peaceful and quiet.
Calm seas, lap the sands.
It feels like the sea is talking.
Shame we can’t talk “sea language.”
We sit around the sizzling fire,
having a feast to celebrate.
Matariki is here, matariki is here.
We tell stories of the stars.
It all ends with a peaceful night.
By Sophie
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