Night

The night reveals the moon,

It seems to float in the sky,

like a balloon,

Slowly drifting by,

All the stars,

Shining bright,

Coloring the sky,

with their light,

And sometimes with a creative mind,

If you search the sky with your eyes ,

A picture will be shown in time,

A constellation is what you'd see,

A constellation of some kind,

Is always revealed when you use your mind,

As the moon starts its descent,

The sun begins to rise,

shining ever so bright,

And the moon says "good bye",

Until the next night.