A fiery blush, then fading chills.
The sky, a canvas, soft and blue,
Transforms to velvet, deep and true.
A single diamond, bright and bold,
Picks out its story to unfold.
A twinkling spark, a whispered light,
The first star born on this dark night.
What tales does it hold, so far away?
Of worlds unknown, and galaxies at play?
A silent beacon, shining bright,
The first star to claim the fading light.
So gaze upon it, clear and bold,
A story whispered, ages old.
And feel the magic, deep within,
The wonder of the night, where stars begin.