From the Point of View of a Star

I sit in the sky sometimes Looking down at the world The universe so vast Yet, there is something about this Little, seemingly insignificant, planet That I can’t get enough of The people wandering below Unaware of my presence While I watch their lives Racing from place to place Split-second conversations Ignoring one another Never taking the time to slow down They may be flawed With war and anger and hate But in the darkness There is also a light With happiness and love and family But the ones who seem to Capture my attention the most Are the lonely ones Their sad eyes gaze into the sky Looking for answers Or perhaps hope, love, The warmth of a home, a friend I am drawn to them because I believe that they are looking to me For these things And although I have nothing Substantial to give I pray they know that if they ever need Someone to talk to I am here to listen.