Under The Stars

I take a glance at the Stars
They are different than all the Cars
The Cars zoom past on a windy Day
When the stars keep still even until May
Mother calls Me
I wish that she could See
The stars so Bright
And know that without them there would be no Light
When darkness comes I want to Stay
Even until May.

by Esther Hudson

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