I look up to skyward In the blue of the night There, silvery spangles I see; Hovered and distant Glowing and bright, Performing a show just for me. Where do they come from? May well you might ask, Why do they shine with the moon? Who could have brought them? A gargantuan task, Bedecking a dazzled festoon. Led by Polaris, The brightest one there, Highlighting night sky in the north; Seven sisters smiling, The plough comes to share All that the heavens bring forth. But where do they run to When daytime gives birth? Where do they go? Go they must. As sunlight approaches They fall to the earth And sprinkle the ground with stardust