The Night of Bells

And now for your viewing pleasure, I present to you a poem:

 

The Night of Bells

Once great Bells hung in our sky,

Having flown to us from worlds nearby.

They hovered and spun and shone so pretty,

As they played a song above our city.

Like ice cream trucks they chimed and rang,

The people gathered, they danced and sang

To the tune that played from afar:

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

Though the hour was cold, we could not care,  

For something special filled the air,

And the Bells they played to our hearts' delight,

Before they left us that winter's night. 

We look now to the stars with minds that wonder

What they are and what spells we're under;

And whether we will ever know the reason why,

Once great Bells hung in our sky.

 

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