Black is all that is seen
One by one the blackness fades
A sparkle, a dazzle, a twinkle in the sky,
A small bright light appears on high
First appearing slowly, then appearing numerously
Little white lights, crowd the blackness
Joined are the little specks
By a big white sphere with gray dents in it
Looking down on small quivering blades
Swaying gently in the calming breeze
A darker green than usual, they remain
Cool and soft, unbroken and peaceful
The silence deafening until
In the soft wind a chirping sound comes
Little black specks jumping back and forth among the blades
Then the light show rises from the green.
One yellow spot flies up suddenly.
Millions soon float underneath the sparkling lights above.