"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