She's pretty pretty
Don't you think so?
But of course,
Who else could realise,
Who else could notice her glow,
So while all of humanity lays dozing,
And while the birds lay silenced by the breeze,
Observe dear observer,
Seek that which you Seek,
Tilt your head up to the midnight canvas,
And speak to me,
I lay still and shining,
Beaming lights of moon,
Glowing and spinning and laughing,
As the stars whisper to me,
Writing and scribing,
Putting meaningless thoughts into words,
Look quick before the sun comes out,
For I shall have to bid farewell to thee.