The sun comes up another day.
Sending her rays across the open fields,
casting shadows with the trees,
making puppets with their branches.

The moon goes down,
sinking in to soft sleep once again.
The stars follow him,
not twinkling across the black sheet of night.
Like fireworks’ sparks they fizzle out.

The sun is a star too though.
She does not twinkle or fizzle,
but she brightens our days
and warms our nights.

And maybe the stars leave for the day,
but they’ll be back again tomorrow.