The sun descends
perhaps in the valley below
as the twilight stars twinkle,
string along and tiptoe.
Peaks are just a silhouette now
as the evening glow resigns
the trees turn to mirrors
emitting everlasting shine.
However the stars just stay
aren’t fairy lights on the tree
for fairy lights stringed today
produce warmth and certain glee.
The stars just remind gazers
of the dead of the night
but who can stop fireflies
from creating their own light?
Who says the night’s just hideous
when it’s a blessing in disguise
for glowworms have lit up the vale
and will continue to mesmerize…