Sky full of stars

Twinkling, a secret the field held so deep, Of clover and crickets, where wildflowers sleep. A blanket of green, kissed by dewdrops so bright, Ready to welcome the wonders of night.

The Stars, oh, the Stars! Little diamonds so bold, Escaping their daytime, a story untold. They tiptoed from heavens, in shimmering showers, To dance in the meadow, amongst the sweet flowers.

Glowing, they landed, on petals so frail, Each tiny Star sparkled, a luminous trail. They tickled the fireflies, with silvery beams, And whispered to crickets, of fantastical dreams.

The wind played a tune, on grass blades so high, As Stars chased each other, across the night sky. They painted the field, with celestial hues, Of indigo, silver, and stardust-kissed blues.

Shining Night, embraced by their glorious light, The field overflowed, with magic and might. And when morning arrived, with sunshine so grand, The Stars winked goodbye, holding hands, in the land.