Scream at it, cry to it,
and curse at ii too,
praise or love it,
it is all up to you.
You cannot touch it
or reach it,
no matter how high you climb.
yet it may captivate your spirit,
healing heart and mind.
Constantly changing
and visible to all,
it shimmers and glimmers,
and will eventually fall!
It creates its own light,
no batteries required!
It motivates artists
and keeps poets inspired.
It can fill you with wonder
and make the smug curious.
It can even make some
feel a little delirious.
The poem ends here,
enough time has passed by.
The answer to this riddle,
Is our amazing night sky.
~By Andee Sherwood