Under the Night Sky

Under the night sky

Late at night

No lights at all

Except for the stars shining bright

The prickle of the grass

In Between my toes

Looking over all the constellations

Like little flecks of snow

The whistles of the wind

Brushing through my hair

Making my eyes water

Wondering when will the sun glare

I lay there for hours and hours

And finally the sun starts to devour the darkness

As the stars disappear

And the wind starts to die

I stand up and say “Under the night sky”