She stood still,
the moonlit sky.
Adorned with stars,
the shimmering queens
ruling the night.

Their existence arouses beauty,
cause they're free and fearless
in silver cases
to be lit in
sad times and dark times.

Nights would look melancholic
if stars never existed,
for they winked and glowed,
to glisten the light of hope.

Gazing them, I felt their lives as tranquil and content.

© nandanas