the light was leaving in the west it was blue the children s laughter sang skipping just like the stones they threw the voices echoed across the way it s getting late it was just another night with the sun set and the moon rise not so far behind to give us just enough light to lay down underneath the stars listen to papas translations of the stories across the sky we drew our own constellations the west winds often last too long the wind may calm down nothing ever feels the same sheltered under the kamani tree waiting for the passing rain clouds keep moving to uncover the scene stars above are chasing the day away to find the stories that we sometimes need listen close enough all else fades fades away it was just another night with the sun set and the moon rise not so far behind to give us just enough light to lay down underneath the stars listen to all the translations of the stories across the sky we drew our own constellations