When I look up,
The diamond studded night sky,
I think to myself:
Pretty, twinkling stars;
Oh! How I wonder,
Oh! How you capture my imagination.
Sparkling, shining stars;
So, it all started with the Big Bang,
Forever at work, churning out more.
Bright, brilliant stars;
Billions of you in our Milky Way,
Billions and billions more in other Galaxies.
Hot, burning stars;
Around you were planets formed,
Solar Systems are they called.
Sun, sun, ...