I gaze above into the black lit sky laying on the creamy silky wool blanket
The word "imagine" appears in my mind
Wandering if this is it, the time I will see the first shooting star
Hope fills my body and anxiousness awaits
The Big Dipper is staring down at me trying to calm my soul
Noise is ruffling through the trees as the wind picks up bit by bit
Shocking to hear the fright comes along
Quickly turning the other direction I panic
However, I see the bright bold moon perfectly placed above the trees
The feeling of repose shakes over my body and I feel chills
Not chills of trepidity but the chills of peace
My eyes are dozing and I am about to fall asleep
Happiness swooshes over my body and the night is over
