Tiny bright lights,
Dance through the sky,
When no clouds are in sights.
The move and shift,
Creating obscure shapes,
When through the universe they drift.
But soon a bigger light will flash,
And the party must stop,
When with the dark they dash.
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 2:22 PM UTC
Tiny bright lights,
Dance through the sky,
When no clouds are in sights.
The move and shift,
Creating obscure shapes,
When through the universe they drift.
But soon a bigger light will flash,
And the party must stop,
When with the dark they dash.
