When the sun sets,
The stars begin to appear from behind its light. 
There’s almost always a lonely dot, 
That appears before the rest. 
A lot of people see the fist star of each night, 
But what most people don’t know, 
Is that sometimes there are two first stars: 
One in the sky, 
And one it’s reflection in the still water. 
If my reflection could speak, 
I think I know what I would say to it. 
The two stars can’t speak, though. 
If they could, I think they would still do what they do now. 
The water reflects the first star’s stillness, 
For it’s happy to be where it is. 
And they just star at each other, 
Just like I star at them, 
Awed by their serenity.