The Stars.
A hundred billion night suns shine,
In the Milky Way are confine,
Only a fraction disperse
In Universe.
More lights in the ever during night
Than living things that are just as bright,
Even entrapping black holes
Exist more than souls.
Some try to explain their wonder,
Or want a mark that’ll last longer;
They write under their sight
Hoping they might.
They come to discount their value,
‘Cause the size they see is untrue,
They think themselves better;
None so wiser.
But truth is, they are unequipped,
Infinitesimal a blip,
In the bigger picture,
Just faint rupture.
There trace is inconsequential,
Unlike the star that’s essential,
No difference in time,
With silly rhyme.
Even the stars will go in blasts,
Since nothing ever truly lasts;
Why then do they take pride,
When death is tied?
Yes, fade they will and fade they may,
Like Sun will burn my Earth away;
Clearly none as po’er
On forever.
