If the sky...

This drawing goes with a poem:

If the sky was a thin piece of paper,

And the stars a small pin of light?

All those on earth might ask themselves:

"Whose hands prick the holes that light up the night?"

A wrinkled hand so steady, so gentle,

As to prick those holes so perfectly fine,

Can only belong to someone of great wisdom

To create such stars with such a thin shaft of white light.

With a shift, steady gesture;

The stars appear one by one.

And just as the Night's masterpiece is cmplete.

It hidden from view by the Sun.