Surfer's poem: The sky and me

Sun sets, night falls, and you hear the firefly calls, they seem to me like a messenger, writes Jigya Jain. Your contribution

Sun sets, night falls.
And you hear the firefly calls,
They seem to me like a messenger,
Telling me to look at the sky. Why? I wonder.
And then when I lift my eyes to look,
The sky to me appears like a fairy tale book.
With the moon as the princess and
The stars as prince charming,
Waiting for the princess's consent with
Their twinkling feelings.
But when the moon is about to say,
Unfortunately, to my dismay,
Comes the villain dawn,
Who scares the stars out of the sky town?
Another day passes,
With nothing to do but wait.
And then the coming night,
I look at sky and open my
Imagination's gate.

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Jigya Jain, Apeejay School