Far brighter than the suns's sharp rays,
Far larger than immense,
A pinpoint perforates the haze
A thousand light years hence.

We gaze above, my friend and I,
And shiver in the cold,
While megafires burst in the sky,
Exploding molten gold.

A score of bright stars draw our gaze;
We recognize a few.
Four thousand lesser lights appear
As black replaces blue.

We shiver in the growing chill
And still we stand, entranced.
For every star that we can see,
A billion more have danced.

When we at last decide to go,
We stroll back down the hill
And thank our God, Producer of
This winter night's grand thrill.

Yen Cress

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-december-night/