AUGUST NIGHT

We had to wait for the heat to pass, And I was lying on the grass,

While Mother sat outside the door, And I saw how many stars there were.

Beyond the tree, beyond the air, And more and more were always there.

So many that I think they must Be sprinkled on the sky like dust.

A dust is coming through the sky! And I felt myself begin to cry.

So many of them and so small, Suppose I cannot know them all.