Lying on the sand, I stare at the sky

A tapestry of lights reflecting in my eyes

Jewels to entrance, diamonds pure and bright

Framed against the black velvet of the night

Orion hunts, his dogs at his heels

Draco's coils forming many small wheels

The queen sits down, brushing her hair

Her daughter gazing at Perseus fair

Scorpio stares, his tail is a whip

In a place of pride sits the Argonaut's ship

It needs a guide, to steer it true

The North Star shines, for it and for you