Each star serves a purpose, 

To light up the sky. 

Most of the sky is a deep blue, 

But there are streaks of purple with a hint of a golden yellow. 

The wind blows right in my face. 

 I can smell the sweet pine trees, 

Back and forth they sway with the cold breeze.

 I can hear a soft whistle as the wind starts to blow harder and harder. 

The mountains are standing tall, 

Not any amount of wind can blow them down. 

Even the small blades of grass, 

Manage to stay in the ground after almost every storm. 

The lake is frozen over, 

There's a thin layer of frost covering every part of the ground. 

The frost covers each curve,

 And every imperfection you could imagine.

 In the distance I can see an old cabin,

 It has a tiny amount of light bursting through the window. 

There is smoke rushing out of the chimney, 

As the fireplace burns with towering flames.

The night sky is beautiful.

Each night it fades away,

And returns the next evening.

Maybe someday I will be as beautiful as the night sky.