Starlight Dance

Stars in the sky up very high.

Like a tapestry  woven of a dark blue and sparkly hue.

Bright and pure filled with myth and lore.

 It follows you wherever you go until the morning rays show.

The bright dawn comes it seems they have gone.

But they are shining still up there.

Waiting until cease of sun's light then begins the dance of moon and starlight.

Winking waving dancing in the skyline there little inklings,

On your pillow out the window.

You watch the starlight dance till it puts you to sleep with its trance.

So goodnight sleep well till the morning comes to spell.

A brand new day and then the stars will be at play.

 

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