As peaceful as the gentle, quiet sea.
The stars are a guide to those who need it.
Their shimmering light shines down on the tree.
Their gentle light compared to the moonlit-
Sky is dull next to the glorious moon.
They light up the sky like a kid’s night light.
Though, in the morning they leave far too soon,
They appear far too late into the night.
Lighting up the dull, gray, clear sky, they shine.
A confusing map engraved in the sky,
They never fail to tell me what is mine.
And, aloud, no one ever wonders why.
On depressing cloudy nights, I still look,
up at the sky as if it is a book.