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NIGHT LIGHTS Looking up past the treetops, I see the beauty of the night lights - The moon is full and shines With an iridescent glow, Perhaps a sign of a storm In the offing. Eyes adjusting to the darkness Around me, still looking Up to the Heavens - I see the reassuring glow Of starlight; And then - A shooting star - Streaking across the sky, Leaving in its wake A streak of light, fading slowly And disappearing. The stars twinkle far above me; I feel small, insignificant, yet I also feel that I Am a part of the universe. Those who choose to sleep When darkness closes in Are missing the beauty Of night lights. Countrymom
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