A Tribute to the Stars

Lying upon the green grass of a cold dark September rain. I look up at the stars and start to wonder. They look so close yet they are light years away. We can only see white flickering like fireflies in my palms. Yet they shimmer across a spectrum of rainbow. Depending on age and temperature. The light of the stars trickles on a black canvas. At first, a mere flicker of a candlelight hidden behind the darkness revealing only a shadow of its infinite brightness. Not fully illuminating the green of the grass nor the light of the fireflies. Maybe because it is afraid to show its light or ashamed of its color or maybe it is afraid to be alone in the dark of night. Maybe it would rather melt into the background of sameness and fade into black. But the glaring light of the North Star reminds them of their luminosity. They’re not doing anybody favors by keeping to themselves. What of Orion’s Belt? The Big Dipper? Of Gemini? If not for a constellation? What of light to lost sailors? Of hopeful children wishing upon a star.

Maybe we are like the stars scattered in millions across a black canvas interwoven by an invisible thread lead by that one North Star to shed light upon this world.