The Star

Star that twinkles up, up, up, and high It shines the brightest in the darkest night sky Its radiance, so bright, attracts the peeping slime To adore it everytime Brightly shining star that is adored in silence Even hate is used as a masquerade To hide the acclamation and brazen the conscience For one can't just mimic its shade Its shade of bright hues is rare and unique Like colors interlaced in a woven fabric Many envy it and want to mimic But only few can clique The crabs and the crocs want to be like it But the heart of its radiance is difficult to hit That is where the pulling begins to condense May its radiance become more immense