One frosty night, I went outside our house,
As rapid as a little petty mouse,
I laid down on the bed of verdant grass,
Departing the world of rudeness and brass.
The wind embraced me as I gazed beyond,
Watching the stars dispersed like seashore-sand,
They twinkled brightly as I looked at them,
Giving light to the sky so dark and dim.
How would the sky resemble at nightfall,
If no stars exist even a single?
Perhaps, it would be lifeless and somber,
Similar to a gold without luster.
Abruptly, I have heard a lullaby,
It tickled my ears as it elapsed by,
Then, my world restrained turning for a while,
And my exhausted mind drifted a mile.
(I composed this out of boredom when I was still in fourth year high school.)
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