Whispers of the sky

~Mirc~

When I look up high,

I see the stars in the sky.

They shine bright,

and light up the whole night.

They tell stories,

Which are whispers to the naked eye.

They sit up so high,

No one can disturb and ruin their peace.

Stars are pretty and very beautiful,

even though their just balls of fire.

They tell multiple stories,

Stories no one will hear or ever see.

Stars have seen everything,

But don't speak a word.

I wish I was a star,

so I could see the world.

Not having to speak,

No words to say.

But I'll I have to do is wait till day,

Where I wait till night to show again.

Show my beauty and brightness,

That only goes away during the day.