It's kinda hard to read, so i'll put the poem down here. This is a short poem a wrote a few years back, and I plan to also do this for a few other short poems of mine.

I lay awake under the stars,listing to the sound of passing cars. It can get annoying at times,but sometimes they seem to shine like dimes. I watch them as they zip quietly by,so smooth and steady as if they could fly. Then i compare the suns and stars,to the trucks and to the cars. They zoom by in colorful streaks,and soon my curiosity peaks. cars zoom across the ground so quite,stars twinkle sparks completely silent. The soft vroom of sprinting cars,the sweet breeze with a night of stars. From a machian made by man's race,To the suns scattered in space. Our cars,there stars.