Look up and see

A lovely sky.

The clouds are gone;

The sun shines high.

But soon will come

The evening time.

When sun to rest

And darkness climb.

That’s when stars fly

Into their place

They shove and push

And fight with grace.

After they reach

A decent spot,

They twinkle bright

And grow real hot.

Beaming more still,

They’re brilliant. 

All night they are

Resilient.

But after all

Have had great fun,

They begin to

Think of the sun.

And then magic

Works restlessly;

And brings the light

Excitedly.

But no, alas!

It’s terrible.

Sit with the sun?

Unbearable!

No star has stayed,

Or ever should,

With the daylight;

Not like they could.

As soon as he

Comes into sight,

They start to fade

And gone is night.

It’s shocking how

Quickly it’s done.

They disappear;

They up and run.

Nothing could make

Them stay to meet

The brightest star,

They just retreat.

It’s heavenly

To watch, I’d say.

The way the stars

Just melt away.