Starry Night        by Tom Cook

 
  I lay here, a poor lost soul on a
  small grassy knoll. There is a big
  cloud over head, it obscures my
  view of the stars, of the moon, of
  the shine. I cannot see. I feel cold
  as this dark cloud looms overhead.
  Quickly now, it begins to recede,
  slowly unveiling one star after
  another. Its misty vapor drifts
  away, leaving me a perfect view of
  the stars, of the moon, of
  everything.