The night sky’s alive with twinkling delight,
Surrounding the lunar moon, a wondrous sight,
The evening star glowing, a beacon of hope,
A halo of light, a discovery of scope.
A darkness so eerily lit in whitened rays,
Patterned in the prettiest of displays,
Clouds lost, powdery mist remains,
Amongst the borders of heavenly refrains.
The Star of Hope forever adorning,
Hidden from mornings early dawning,
A light to lift the darkest night,
The Star of Hope, path of light.