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

starpersonification

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