Little Universe
Here the stars swirl In amiable disarray
Around suns and moons and miniscule rocks of clay
Inside each heart is a varied milky way
They Spiral or become
Irregular
Unique
to each person born everyday
And the stars are created when the baby first laughs
When the widow cries the day her spouse dies
Some become super novas
They leave imprints in our lives
Some stars just fade out but still their light shines
Each human is born with an expansive universe
With galaxies that inhabit their eyes .
Here the stars twirl
A perfect display