The ferris wheel was lit tonight and in the Melbourne sky it sparkled bright like cellophane; the stars hid in reply. The moon no longer blazed, fire-red, for rain had quenched the ground, and stillness sat with dancing light in quaint, harmonious sound. Why night must come, the stars can't say - they dazzle all the while; yet city lights distract our eyes and paint the evening's smile. And ferris wheels - bright, moving, bright - share with the night their hue, yet quietness echoes with peace and space has beauty too. And so I sat while nighttime sang; the Sovereign of the Day gives light and shade alike and proves His glory in each way.