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Stars
Billions and trillions, painting the sky.
Shining light of unique wonder.
Young child glanced up, with a sigh
"How many are there" she would ponder.
All different sizes and shapes you see,
Seen only at night through curious orbs.
To be a star, up in the sky living free?
The idea was a wondrous thought to absorb.
Small hands grasped together in anticipation,
Awaiting the moment to come.
"Aren't stars such wonderful creations?"
She asks with a gentle hum.
Dancing across the sky like a ballet,
the stars whisper sweet nothings.
Upon the crisp green grass the child lay,
Hoping that soon she'll at least see something.
Quick as seen, like a predator and prey.
The stars twinkled in amusement.
They feared most the oncoming day.
Blame on the clouds in accusement.
As bright and as beautiful as anything ever,
the sky lit up with fallen stars.
'My, I could watch this forever-"
Watching the scene from afar.
Were stars lonely up in the sky?
Wondering now as she ponders.
Do they ever break down and cry?
No! There are millions of others!
Though, do they all feel lonely?
Up there in the sky, awaiting day?
"Perhaps they do" She stated surely.
"Stars shall never be forgotten" She'd say.