Pink

Ah! She's back

She sits and gapes

I wonder

Exactly at what she stares?

The sky? The moon?

The clouds?... Or perhaps this loon?

Like a box of candies

Thousands drop by

To look at us:

Me and my allies

Some red, some green

Some white, some unseen.

What makes her unique

Is that she's pink...

She is here per day

But never complains

Rather credits us... The stars

For looking out

From behind the shades.

They appreciate

The sky for screening

The moon for illuminating

The sun for its warmth

But what about us...

The stars?

When you're stranded forlorn

And nothing seems right

"Come, look above"

Says the night sky

The countless beings

Spreading their light

So you can charge forward

With all your might.

Sigh it's time now

For her to leave

With the same promise,

She intends to keep.

That she'll visit again

But not to complain

Rather to thank us all

For the parts we play.