Beautiful

No extravagant verses or intricate words, or any complex rhymes or lyrics, or any amount of fancy terminology can ever say what the simple word “beautiful” means when applied to the night sky. It is beautiful and it is nothing more complicated than that. I love it, I love the stars and I love the heavens, they mean everything to me because they were there for me, and they will always have my childlike wonder and awe and appreciation. As cliché as it sounds I really do see myself in that ocean of stars, they mirror my heart with their grand expanse from horizon to horizon while simultaneously expressing their divine innocence. If you’d like to know a secret of the ages, go outside at night and look up into the sky and ask it a question that has been weighing upon your mind. A question about anything, and as you think of your question as you would think of it within a prayer, you will see the right answer within the stars more clearly than you’ve ever seen anything before in your entire life. The night sky is a giant reflecting pool of grandeur, beauty, innocence, and love. It is a pure testimony of the most divine principles of goodness and truth and it will share nothing other than its truth with those who wonder to look up at night. It is the night sky, and it is beautiful.