Simple sparkle high above,

From near or far we all do love,

Guiding, shining pointing out,

The world we share and all about,

Many, many, way up high,

Counting them is too obscene,

The night reveals a glittering sky,

An ocean above a scene on high,

A wish to stay here always watching,

In the end sun comes a’scortching,

Making way to mornings glory,

Leaving memories of its starry story.