The Star

As I sit here, just as I have for ages, I begin to wonder if the stories the old ones told are true. Could it be that upon those that they call planets are small living beings called humans? It says they look up at us at night and wish upon the lucky ones. How we must look to them. I look around and see my family I watch as one shoots across the sky and my gaze momentarily lingers upon it. As my focus returns to the strange planet called earth I begin to recite a rhyme that was taught to me long, long ago, "starlight, star bright..." 6/30/2020