Glasgow, RSNO Junior Chorus

Stars

The stars swathed in the blanket of the night sky,

Inter missive clouds on their course of flight

Yet this image of calm has become distorted

The artificial light has retorted

These objects of light I see are in emulation

Competing with each other to be the greater object of speculation

But as I look around the busy street

No ones eyes does the sky meet

All around are people searching a litten screen

Almost robotic, all expressionless to me

There are many buzzes, rings and tones of some electric device

In contrary to the soothing silence of the valhallan lights

As I gaze at these heavenly lights

I ask you too, to not be of spite

Share this gift of simple peace and joy

It can bring much more than some technology ploy