Round

There is the sky
and there is the land
and they make a perfect round whole.
Sometimes the land seems
a flat pebble in a river,
sometimes the sky seems
a turtle's blue head, poking out through
the ceiling of trees. 
Sometimes the land rakes through the clouds,
looking for gold,
and then the sun leads it in a bow.
It bows to the stars,
and shoots the moon to the sky to applaud.

Where did the stars go?