we could learn a lesson from the stars…

lights streaking in twilight, dancing

delicately across the celestial hall,

shaping tales told long ago

instructing the direction of growth,

all through their glory.

each alone may drown out the rest,

few luminous enough to entice devotion,

collectively sketching eternity

on an unending page.

mortals illuminate the earthly cosmos,

competing to shine the brightest

wasting a limited clock to an

unbeatable solo combat, in spite.

constellations which bask down,

reflecting mockery upon our

juvenile conflicts, butting heads

for what? it all ends the same…