Stars



I looked out the window and what did I see?

A solitary star, all bright and shiny.

Next to it appeared another, another, and more;

I had no idea for me what was in store.

A cosmic circus right before my eyes,

Billions of stars glittering in the skies.

But my attention kept shifting to that one lonely star;

the brightest of stars so far, so very far.

Billions of light years, I imagined, did it gleam;

I wonder for it, how far do I seem?

When he looks down at Earth, what do his eyes behold?

Does he see all the people, the young and the old;

The red and the yellow, the black and the white;

Do his eyes even separate these people on sight?

Does he care what we look like? The color of our skin?

If not I believe we should be more like him;

We should take his example, follow his lead,

for did not all people come from the same seed?

Brothers and sister we are, every one of us;

Not unlike all the stars in the cosmic circus.