I know nothing of the stars,
nor the moon, or the sun.
They speak not to me
I can see their guiding
light, their warmth, the very
path they forge for me.
Right when I need it the most,
a helping hand, a caress on
my cheek, a soft stroke over
my hair, to let me know that
they are watching over me,
always there for me.
Stars strewn over the sky
Moonlight so bright
Sun my gentle friend
Comfort me
A very loving perspective as opposed to the cold hard View of science.
Ron