By: Harrison Elliot

The sun will set, the moon will rise,
After just one day's rest.
And take its place within the skies,
To do what it does best.

The stars will yawn and wake the night,
Appear for all to see.
The manifest as dots of light,
But glow so brilliantly.

Then finally, at long long last,
The pictures become true.
While constellations take their cast,
All I see is you.