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.