Orbs of Light

This is an old poem of mine, which I had written a few years ago...

During the dark, silent night,
the stars would glow proud and bright
They would emit light and shine,
into constellations they would align

They were the treasure of the night sky,
they were inspiring without having to try
Although they were distant and miles too far,
nothing could compete with the beauty of a star

And then came the unavoidable day,
which led all the stars away
For there was a much more powerful king-
a fierce, dominant golden ring

It was also known as the sun,
which was supreme, which was the one
to light up the entire world,
providing life to each boy and girl

The stars lay sorrowful and ignored,
cross at this omnipotent lord,
that stole away their light and beauty,
in order to do its important duty

Their light combined was much too feeble
to be appreciated by the people
And so, for hours on end,
the stars, with the day sky would blend

But when the sun began to leave,
the stars decided not to grieve
The sky was then a lovely pink,
as the orange sun began to shrink

The stars rose up in the sky,
and their self-esteem began to fly
They shone in the dark with joy and pride,
the harsh light of the sun was cast aside

And so, the stars continued to glow,
appearing to exist a mere stone's throw
Free from the domination of the sun,
providing happiness to everyone