sun and moon and stars and rain
falling, trembling in the strain
with flying photons dimly lit
upon the walls that give them wit

daily starfall pockets watch
with sinking feelings (hearts in clutch)
widely seen in greenish light
spilling solar flares to flight

drops that fall this way and that
the in-betweens – they chase and scat
crackles follow coming hues
(and shine on sunny faces too)

other orbs our hearts devise
coming ’round in changing skies
passing time in every day
keeping watch on our display

in the flight of astral miles
stories document our whiles
to reap a garden – sing a strain
sparkling always in the reign.