I like the stars..
The moon..
The street lights..
cuz It's constant..
shining.. just at the right time..
reminding.. I still have life..
Showing.. all the beauty in the world..
telling.. me stories that only it can show.
Each star has a memory..
each memory.. has a story..
and each story..
has it's ups and downs..
but without them.. where would I be?
Then I look up..
and thank the lord..
the stars.. the moon.. and everything else..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem