In the desert
Of khazhstan
A shamaness
Calls up the great Dipper
To raise the dead ancestors
To bring down the monguls
But only ended up with a fire flower

The flowers
Of fire blossom
In full bloom
As the great Dipper
Nurishes them
As the burn
White hot
What a summer's night.

The
Great
Dipper
Guiding
Me
To
my
goal
Shines
The
brightest
In
Th­e
Night

I come across
A rose. Pink that is
Holding the big dipper
Though with the
**** I am on
Everything is
Vaporwave

Under the great Dipper
A man
I shall call
Bruce
Takes is boat out
On the water and
Does some midnight fishing
"the fish are fine and the dipper bright"
He exclaims.

In heaven the
Big Dipper says qharsheeeiilesh (welcome)
As you enter the purple clouded
World
Once in
You will see seven
Orbes
That form the
Great dipper

As the young
Woman keeps blowing
Bubbles during
The summer twilight
It soon becomes an
Autumn twilight
With the dipper hanging
Low
Over her head.

On a late summer
Night in the prairies
The Big dipper
Is bright
Clears as a swear word
Turn up the volume of the
Sounds of nature
And night.

How can I sleep

Instead of
Other constellations
I am struck
At the sight
Of infinite
Big Dippers twinkling
And shining in
The sky

By day I am
I am surrounded by
Butterfly

By night I am
I am surrounded by stars
Of the Dippers

Then one night
The two mixed the butterflies
Replaced the stars
And the dippers
Had
A butterfly

In lue of a star