Thursday, 13 November 2014
The night sky.
How beautiful the sky must look,
Surrounded by the stars,
The flying animals,
And below, the sleeping cars.
How beautiful the clouds must feel,
knowing that they're the only ones,
who come and meet the dark night sky,
And in the morning the shining sun.
How beautiful the stars must be,
For us to always see.
They gleam and light the darkness,
And fill our hearts with glee
How beautiful the wind must sound,
As it whispers "all goodnight".
It carries the hopes and promises
That'll set the world alight.