A Light From Above.

• Poppy Ramage, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2013

How proud they stand, like the oldest man so high, high up above.

In the depths of heaven, the sweetest part,
Where the angels sleep and lounge.

The stars, they burn brightest at death
And join the angels to dine.

They burst their colours right through the sky,
The orange, the pink and the green.

They flash, they burn and they boom,
The colours to the moon.

They created us, die for us and light us through our dreams.
So stay loyal please, for the creators of life,
The majesty supreme.