The Fallen Star

No one knows where it happened and no one knows when or why, the little, luminous silver star came tumbling from the sky Landing with a plunking sound falling helplessly into the river, this tiny piece of heaven on earth became a gift without a giver For it found itself upon the shore along the waters of the stream, and was discovered by a boy who thought this was all a dream Held within his small hand the star pulsed with white light, glowing with such brilliance almost blocking out his sight Kept secret and stashed away where it could glow no more, the star found itself among the dust inside of an old wooden drawer To him the star was a plaything to be treated like a favorite toy, until one day it was forgotten by the man, no longer a little boy Since no one ever told him to wish upon a falling star, and believe in the things unseen his dreams never took him far Had he been taught to wonder just think what might have been, still there is no way of changing what happened, now or then The fallen star waits here still in the drawer of his old nightstand, cornered there by a spider's web to be found by a young dreamer's hand And no one knows what happened and no one knows where or why, to that little, luminous silver star who came tumbling from the sky.