Open Night Sky Poem by Jon ProskeyVigil

It's the place all dreams are wished;
shooting stars nearly missed.
A million wonders beautifuly made;
there for our pleasure, upon to gaze.
it is shy and is hidden most the day;
apearing at night on our backs we lay.
Marveling at it's masterpiece created;
it steals your breath, your senses drowned.
Causing you to gasp for air utterly stunned;
like a chill when you are most suprised.
Black and endless like and abyss;
who could have thought and made this?
Consuming all and such a mystery;
it has been pondered upon all through history.
Studied and organized to a degree;
but remains too complicated consitantly.
But alas here comes the sun;
and now the night disapears and is gone.
Colors so beautiful and bright appear in the sky;
Mother Earth is painting with all her skill and dye.
The sun now sits high where the stars once were;
an awesome phenomenom that always will occur.
And that is the end and begining;
of the open night skies coming and going.