672. I Am Not A Lonely Lighthouse

I am not a lonely lighthouse even though I am by myself standing proudly in my red and white stripes perched high up on the rocky cliffs overlooking the bay below Birds soar over my head by day their cries being heard for miles around their sounds are like a lullaby to me sending me into a peaceful rest At night I awake and fulfil my duty my light shining bright for all to see keeping the ships at sea safe from the rocks as they make their way into port Am happy to be a light house even though I am by myself but with friends like the birds flying around I can never truly be alone