In Pursuit of Finding Paradise

I sat outside my house, At murky night, In moist lush lawn; In pursuit of finding paradise, Watched stars and moon, In murky sky; So light, so empty vacuum, Our blueish sky; Yet held all stars in her lap, As if she were mother of all; So unique, had motherly love; Some stars were bright; Some were hazy white; Some moved fast, Leaving gleam trail of tail; Some stars looked faded pale, Existed far above shining stars; Her caress, Was same and equable to all, Lap of her was paradise; © sadashivan nair ?