When shades of night begin to fall
And evening hours do softly call
I find that I’m drawn to the sight
Of bright stars that light up the night,
While now and then as one zips past
It leaves a trail that does not last.
The stars are born in distant skies
Beyond the search of human eyes
The best that we can ever do
Is hope our prayers one day come true !
Claire V. Bogdanos 