The Night Sky

The Night Sky is the sky,

Where no birds fly,

The glorious stars shine brightly high,

Humans are tired so they sigh,

Because it is the night sky,

Full moon is beautiful,

Like the night sky,

Everybody wonders and stares,

At the beautiful sky.

Many are asleep,

Many die. 

The pet of death,

The bats fly.

The pinkish black sky,
Is so beautiful and so high,
The beauty of darkness,
Glorifies the sky
Like the feather s which beautiful
The bird who fly

But nobody can view the beauty of the night sky,
As they ly.
The beautiful night sky,
Is the ornaments of night,
The darkness stay strong,
And there is no light.
Everything is black with nothing to be white.

By Caesar Borgia