Starry Night

 

 

How special could a night be?

Ask not the stars and sky,

Nor the forests nor mountains high.

Sitting betwixt them all,

ask the girl with the twinkle in her eyes.

 

For you may find wonder sparkling above,

Yet I sit enchanted by whom sits aside.

Right I was when I said you shine bright,

Bright as any of those glittering spectacles,

Maybe that’s why I love calling you a miracle.

 

You’re a miracle and the heavens agree,

Trying to outshine you in their jealousy.

This night and this day is yours,

Happy birthday my sweet little baby bee.