I looked out my window and,
Despite my poor eyesight I see you shine.
You contrast against the dark, blue sky,
Twinkling, shining brightly, oh, so fine.
I put on my glasses, hoping to see,
More clearly, you that’s shining on me.
I was surprised to see there were more of you,
Not shining as clearly, but pretty too.
Lucky you, shining star I see,
Because you’re not alone like me…
Now I am bidding you goodnight,
I pray you’ll never run out of light.