Universe

Oh, the night sky sight.
Beautiful in every way
It will never sway
Nor bend
Even when it is in distress
It will persevere.
The Galaxy is endless .
The rotation and translation infinite
Oh, how marvelous this is
This work of art produced by the souls that have drift off to the sky
To watch over their love ones even when they don't shine.
One hundred million twinkle stars
Watching over us, still we can't manage to save ourselves.

Author's Note

Please, give a co structive critique. I knoe it doesn't rhyme that much, but that is the point.