Tapestry of Night
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Sometimes, when life is hectic
I look up at the sky
At what is always constant
Though, I know no reason why
Late into the night I've thought
And at the sky I stare
It changes more than anything
Of that, I'm now aware
A masterpiece which lays before me
Painted every day
It scolls, it drifts, it wanders
Along its merry way
So soothing is the shooting star
That makes me stop and think
Marv'lous are the darkened clouds
As artists spill their ink
Who owns the splendor which I see?
How shall I show my praise?
By staring at the sky each night
It ever holds my gaze.