I stare up at the night sky,with stars stretching
Over its canvas,and constellations making the
Sky look more alive.I look over at Aquila,
Then look upon the wonderful Cygnus.
Constellations its odd shapes and names,like
Vulpecula and Volna.No one ever seems to
Wonder about them,they just look up and see
Brilliant beauty,across the sky.I look upon the
Sky’s canvas and its brillance constellations
Dotting the sky,like paints on a portrait.Making
the portrait more colorful and beautiful than
Before.Paints completing the portrait like Lyra
And Hercules,Scorpius and Ophiuchus
Streaking the portrait with dark colors.Making
This portrait priceless,and the stars like Algol
And Deneb marking the portrait with light
Pastels. Without one of them,the portrait
Would be unfinished.Without Scorpius and
Ophiuchus the dark streaks would be gone,
Without Algol and Deneb the portrait would be
Missing its pastels.I got up as the sun began to
Rise,and looked up one more time to see the
Sky’s portrait,and its paints. And its wonderful
Constellations that complete the painting.
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