Stars,
They aren't living,
They aren't dead,
They are more selfless than you and I,
They exist not for themselves but for us,
They provide us with light,
They provide us with wonder,
And even the most precious Stones that lay beneath our feet come from asunder,
They don't fight for space even though there are billions in existence,
This sky full of stars makes even the happiest man wonder how exhilarating it must feel to watch galaxies be created infront your very eyes,
They watch as beings from this fragile little planet attempt to reach the heights of existence,
They watch and they twinkle and smile,
They aren't threatened,
Why should they be,
Tiny insignificant beings searching for something beyond their ability to explain,
What else is new,
No stars don't worry about tomorrow,
They don't worry about death,
They don't worry about life,
They don't worry about fitting in,
To them, the more they stand out the better,
We wouldn't appreciate stars if they were all the same,
But then again maybe they don't see themselves as being different at all,
