A star once fell from the sky.
Far from its home, it cried.
Every night, it would look up high.
It missed the freedom it once had.
Sitting in an endless sea,
the universe was its playground.
Now earthbound, it was without—
Without the planets it called friends.
Without the beauty of passing meteors.
Always just out reach,
the star longed to be in the heavens.
On one cold and lonely night,
a man walked by the crying star.
He asked it, “what is wrong little star?”
“I wish to return amongst my kin.
Return to the endless sky,” came the star.
The man was not without sympathy or heart,
yet he was quite perplexed.
“Come little star, I shall carry you on my back.”
And so he did, leaving with the star.
Happy not to be alone, but still saddened.
Not being able to view the vast universe,
he still wished to be in the sky.
The man carried the star up the tallest mountain.
“Here little star, view the vast world.”
And so the star as the man asked.
Off of the mans back, through weary eyes,
the star was amazed at what he saw.
Birds soaring freely over the peak.
A world, alive and moving just below.
Looking up to the sky he had longed for,
Shooting stars raced across the blue.
For the first time since his fall,
he could see the sky so clearly.
Tears began to fall from the star.
The man saw this and asked,
“Why do you still cry little star?”
The star looked to the man, smiling—
“I have known such beauty in life
and I believed there could be no other.
On the surface here, I saw an ugly world.
You, one who has never soared the universe,
showed me pity and gave me a new life.
From here, I can see a living world.
Birds fly high through a clear sky.
Clouds moving at their own carefree pace.
The rising moon and the sinking horizon sun.
Below, living things moving about.
Life growing and dying, then being reborn.
A cold air, bringing different smells of the season.
Here, I feel connected to the world as a whole.”
Together they sat, observing the world.
Eventually the man would leave,
but the star no longer felt any sadness.
Up over, in the sky above, sits a once lonely star.
On the tallest mountain, it watches from afar.
No longer does it reach for the sky.
Earthbound, but no longer feeling chained,
a star watches over the world it calls home.
Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown