Starscape
Stars stud the skies as diamonds might adorn
the hand of a lady with more wealth than a king.
They cling to the heavens with splendor,
more numerous than grains of sand,
holding more beauty than the fairest maid.
On a cold clear night they shine to the world,
a sign that beauty is not lost after all.
Galaxies and worlds beyond our longest reach
Our world gazes out, reaches out,
we all hope for what it is we cannot own.
Look to the heavens and look to the skies;
they hold the key to beauty unimaginable.
On a still night you can see new worlds,
wonder at what lies beyond our sight,
that which we may never see.
Stars stud the skies as diamonds could never.
They cling to the heavens with splendor,
numbering more than all the grains of sand;
holding more beauty than the fairest maid,
more beauty than all the world.
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