Black, plain black
As the sun goes down the sky
As inky as a pitch black dungeon
A streak of light goes by
Then twinkling in the pitch black night
A tiny dot tweaks awake
Then as I stare into the realm above
There are thousands of little flakes
As I connect to make constellations
Connecting the shiny dots of stars
A chilly, cold breeze blows by me
And there I spot Mars
A silver moon glistening
With silver streaks, shiny and bright
Shining the path, letting us see
In the pitch black night
I could stay in the rooftops all night
Staring at the starry sky
But as my mom, calls me for bed
I must say goodbye