The birth of a star,
And also its death,
Both are important,
To give life another turn.
But what's more important,
Than its birth and its death,
Is what's in between,
It's goal and it's purpose.
Giving light and guidance,
Pursuing its goal,
Sacrificing itself,
For the sake of others.
But, for a star to be born,
First, it must crumble.
Collapse, fail, and feel destruction,
Fall, subside, and experience disintegration.
So let death take away its life.
After all, this is not its end,
Yet another occasion,
To perform its duty.
TO FULFILL ITS FORTUITY.
