Look up in the night,
The cool stars are so bright,
With their glowing light,
Of colour pale white.
Twinkling all the time,
They make me smile part-time.
Staring them is worth,
Because they look gorgeous from the Earth.
The best form of star is a shooting star,
Everyone knows how beautiful they are.
But if I see them every time I remember them,
There won’t be a single star in the sky.
My elder sister loves stars. This is poem especially for her.