Shooting Star
On a moon-lit night,
a sky lit up,
so clear and bright.
I lay in the woods,
so calm at rest.
The moon has peaked,
its yellow crest.
A cricket sings,
its chirping tune,
to the cool, soft breeze.
The leaves flutter ever so gently,
swaying in the shadowed trees.
A deer runs and bounds,
so quick and free.
A snail edges by,
ever so silently.
The water from the brook
quietly flows.
The heavens are so clear,
the universe, gallently glows.
A streak glides across the sky,
a star is falling as I watch it die.
Another star will give its birth,
and again another light,
will shadow Gods earth.
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