#3.2

Got out of my home, and looked at the sky.
The sky were clear,
Just like a huge blue canvas.
The sun just set,
Giving an orange accent around the canvas.

One star is shining bright.
Lonely in the canvas.
A jet plane's trail was painting the canvas,
Just like a chalk mark on a blackboard.
Darkness gradually came from the east,
Painting the sky black,
As other stars started to show themselves,
Saying, "It's our time to shine!"
And, "You're not alone anymore, bright star."

I wonder,
Why i always missed this beauty?
Was i too young to understand,
That a clear blue sky,
Rarely comes to this lovely country?
Was i too busy enjoying life?

And now, the blue canvas has turned black.
And the stars are ready.

It's their time to shine.