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.