what you have till its gone

when a star glitters

and you think

"oh what bright illumination"

and you lay all your night

admiring its beauty

if you knw or not

by morning there will be seen of it

not even a tiny dot

when you see the sun bright

it's beautiful and its light

but if you spend too much time

gazng and caring

than toiling,secretly

that must one day be exposed

at night

the darkness will be imposed

and the sun will be gone

there is secret labour under the sun

in which the toiler both adores the sun

and works,even when sweat starts to burn

he appretiates,but all must not know

for there will be spoilers

or foilers

and for an effortless toil

the sickel

must stay undercover

the stars must somehour go

even if your stare is intent

the dissappeareance

must be blind to your eyes

the sun is long,so so long

but its never long enough

as to stay forever

the night must come