In the midst of night

In the midst of the cold night, I saw that star everyday, That is the brightest one.. Like glitters sprinkled in the sky, and there poured a little more. Or, perhaps a lit up bulb hung in the amber, no strings attached. Night changes, story changes, but That minion of grandeur stays the same. Amid the many elate a little more. It knows the story- no science will ever know.