Little star

At dusk the first
star appears.
She flutters up
without fear.

No hesitation as
sun fades,
she twinkles brighter,
more light she has made.

More and more
stars rise.
Glimmering brightly
balls of fire.

Dark night sky
with stars so bright.
Shine and shed
her golden light.

But as the night,
turns to dawn,
the stars twinkle out,
for now she is gone.