Fixing her gaze on the sparkling night sky,

From all the problems she took a deep sigh.

The lights sparkling either planet or star,

They seem so near but in reality a lot more far.

Who hides itself during the hot noon,

Passing from stages: new to waning crescent moon.

Scintillating to the brightest,

This white pearl is the most earnest.

It is magic in the night sky which I love,

I just admire all the stars twinkling above.

Sometimes, wondering how this all came to be,

Each little sparkle is suspended and free.

I hope this night will remain a mystery,

Because miracles like it make history.