At night the firmament is alit with
Moon and stars
Piercing the clouds as if
Each one has an assignment

To shine regardless
Of the depth of darkness
And the moon a crescent, embraces the some stars
As if it’s saying come let me cuddle you and
Protect you from the elements

Who caused the firmament to stand still and frame the landscape?
To the left and to the right with lush greenery
And who told the sun to rise in the east and set in the west?