By Kriti

When the night blends in,

the clouds are no more thin,

The stars forever stay,

Hang there to guide my way.

With a swish and a flick,

even when the clouds go thick,

I know they are still there,

I know they really care.

They shine better than good old Mr. Moon,

I stare at the sky at noon,

waiting for them to shed there light,

To enlighten the blankness in my sight.

I wait for them to light the sky,

without them, it is so dark, I don’t know why,

How do they hang all day long?

But then I remember that long lost song.