I saw a star fall from the sky.
Once filled with hope, it thought it could fly.
But the clouds stirred in a tempest,
blocking all light,
No chance of respite.
The flying star lost way,
fearing the fast approaching day.
Blown across a blanket of gray,
desperate for a place to lay,
The star fell from the sky to ground,
thinking it would be safe and sound.
But the ground broke the star,
shattering pieces spread afar.
Vibrant light scattered over the world,
the broken star idle as chaos unfurled.
But the star was never again whole,
as it soon gave up its soul,
for each piece of light
gave the world a chance to fight.
I saw a star fall from the sky
and let the world finally soar high.