One December Night Poem by Yen Cress

Far brighter than the suns's sharp rays,
Far larger than immense,
A pinpoint perforates the haze
A thousand light years hence.

We gaze above, my friend and I,
And shiver in the cold,
While megafires burst in the sky,
Exploding molten gold.

A score of bright stars draw our gaze;
We recognize a few.
Four thousand lesser lights appear
As black replaces blue.

We shiver in the growing chill
And still we stand, entranced.
For every star that we can see,
A billion more have danced.

When we at last decide to go,
We stroll back down the hill
And thank our God, Producer of
This winter night's grand thrill.