Beneath the Stars

When night descends and shadows creep, The stars emerge, the heavens breathe; In silence deep, the world is steeped, In cosmic dreams, the heart, it seethes.

Each spark a story, ancient, bold, A beacon in the velvet sea; The night unfolds its cloak of gold, A canvas wide for souls to be.

So gaze upon that endless art, Let starlight kiss your weary brow; In nature’s calm, find peace to start, And in their glow, make solemn vow.

• Helen M B M Maud