Looking Up In Awe
I loved to stargaze on a warm Summer's night,
living in a country village as a boy.
The stars back then appeared amazingly bright,
providing hours of imaginative joy.
A breathtaking, almost spiritual sight,
the kids in cities never got to enjoy.
And to this day, some haven't seen a starry sky,
but I hope that they all will, before they die.
Imagine billions of stars scattered above,
like sparkling diamonds, twinkling in the pitch-black.
Away from the grinding gears of push and shove,
I'd silently listen to Nature's soundtrack.
And observe creation, basking in God's love,
spending hours just staring up, flat on my back.
Feeling connected, as a part of it all,
I'd look up in awe, watching shooting stars fall.
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