Stars

A poem I wrote to my English teacher when she retired. One amongst the multitude would gaze up in awe And in his sight he would capture A moment as unique as it is rare A hovering globe Overflowing with gold, showering the multitude with its unending contents Inspiring envy within the rivers of El Dorado Each droplet would sink into the soil beneath Birthing glimmering auric trees from once mist enshrouded seedlings And so did more of the multitude come to gather The mulling throng stood dazed and gazing Mesmerized by the omniscient presence looming above Until one day One by one, The multitude disappeared, receding into the ground One by one did sprout shimmering trees Till one day did appear a clustered forest Swaying to and fro in the breeze In tribute to the sphere of imminence above Swinging more frantically in the anticipating gust And with glooming realization They noticed a fading orb Something is amiss, they thought And with heart aching comprehension the trees stretched themselves to the skies But before yearning could defeat reason Unleashing its lassoes as the agent of reality Gravity pulled to its mistress what still shared their roots with their mother’s womb And only could they stare, limbs strained, as their sun faded away And found its long awaited place amongst its unreachable companions Stars in our distant past.