Staring at the starts at night when I was young.

Full of wonder and hope.

You could not hear the birds of the day that sung.

“Come inside.” My mother said, I always shook my head. “Nope.”

Getting older the sky’s provided mystery and excitement.

Learning what could be up there.

Unlike this world, the sky is no place for confinement.

A place to be explored, if you dare.

There is much to learn about the sky.

Something that school can encourage.

But life passes by.

And friends can discourage.

The darkened sky turns into something else.

A place for late nights and party’s.

It’s a time when that early wonder melts.

And older age is now where the heart is.

We part ways with the imagination.

And give in to the older way of life.

We follow the rest of the nation.

And join the strife.

We live as a teenager

Too hard.

We forget to look at nature.

Or at anything else we just disregard.

Under the night sky our lives change.

We rush to grow up.

We learn then that time has passed and we would give anything to exchange.

But at the time we wouldn’t let anything interrupt.

All of a sudden what would have been

Is just something we might of seen.

A sky full starts seemed dead and cold

A place so magical now hurt to behold.