Like a painter painting a canvas,
The colours sweep over the vastness
Blending harmoniously
Pinks and oranges, blues and purples
Getting darker, darker, and darker...
Until the wide expanse is pitch black
And night has settled in.

The twinkles burst onto the canvas,
Growing brighter, brighter, still brighter...
They light up the darkness with their quantities
Shining and blinking, and guiding and twinkling
Until the return of the day.

The sleepy glowing mass rises so slowly in the East
Until at last it remains high in the open space
Where the stars had been.
Lighting and shining until the whole process
Starts... over... again.