Why There Are Stars-A Fantasy

Savage mountains spit out rocks, Sputter rage and die for a second And rise again with fire yellow and red Particles, sparks, explosives Of the daemons from the past Burying a nation. In God's saffron robe Appears a trace of red And in face a tinge of regret For His men. He knows the immoral daemons Are flourishing, destroying What is good. God is the partial man And he understands the problem. He says" To speak truly, a man of genius can do" "A total man from the stardust" He calls out to the constellations to intervene; And make every rock to be battered Into myriads of living atoms. We therefore make leaders Made of constellations Spearheaded, supreme To kill the roguish volcanoes, abodes of daemons And that's why there are stars. We need them to be there, Out in the dark space; At least we think they should be there. We make stars. His wish. Why Are There Stars Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julia Ward DOE: 02nd July-2018