as the sun sets,
a glistening light appears in the sky.
It is the Evening Star.
Hardly visible at first,
as some light from the day remains,
it hovers in its patience and peacefulness
until the velvet night's deep blueness
allows its full light and beauty to be seen.
And there it stands alone, seemingly,
until universal night sky
brings into illumination
all of its brother and sister stars
that have been there all along,
just waiting for the deepening of night
to bring their presence forward
so that their light can also be seen.
There is a star in the heavens
—that is everyone--
it is simply a matter of time
for each light to be born
—and the chorus of frogs welcome their homecoming also.