"Look" says the little voice, tugging at her hand,
urging her to stop.
She's fretting because its so late,
they need to be home.
She's tired, it has been a long day.
"Look", he says again, "the sky's shining"
She wonders at the awe in his voice
and sees his shining eyes.
She looks upwards
And sees millions of tiny lights,
The glittering canopy takes her breath away
A cloudless night like this
can set the spirit soaring
she thinks, hugging the little body closer
as they stand together
mesmerized by nature's display