As I look North,
The great star shines forth.
I turn to face east,
Where the sun rises at least.
Once more I turn to face south,
And mother nature's mighty mouth.
Last of all I face west,
And along that way lies a test.
These are the four directions.
Mother Natures perfections.
Tis not for is to know,
Which way the wind shall blow.
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