Stars

The stars are shining.

The moon is bright.

Together they produce light,

Even on the darkest night.

 

They hang there like leaves

In the tree of the sky,

Branches stretching so high,

Light reflecting in our eyes.

 

We love to go stargazing,

To look up and see,

And wish that we could be

Like the stars shining so free.

 

And in a way…

In a way we are

Like a shining star.

We can be the light in the dark

Of this world.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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