STARRY BLANKET

When the  orange sun lies low,

When the city sleeps below,

When no twinkling lights are found,

When not one creature makes a sound,

When finally comes the end of the day,

When the evening glides away,

When the sun leaves not a mark,

When the night pulls in the dark,

When from the corner of the sky,

In drifts a pearly eye,

When the silver moon appears,

When over her starry blanket she peers,

When her bright light shines down,

Spreading over every village and town,

We can surely know that night is here,

Cloaked in the starry blanket,

That holds us so dear.

(Emma Dimitrova, my 11 years old daughter, 26/07/20)