Existence has a way of finding its way into our lives,
And if we don’t see it,
We miss the point of being alive, altogether...
This evening for instance,
I don’t know how many noticed,
The wobbly star shining near the crescent Moon,
Wanting to up and close the distance between them,
Bathe in the moonlight and catch up like old friends,
Crib about the galaxies,
And how much the sky had changed,
Since, they started out as little stars,
Wondering out loud, how he had stayed little,
While the Moon had come so far?
Look at the brilliance of the crescent,
He didn’t deny being a star and quietly accepted,
That he too had a past and a not so luminous one,
The little star could dazzle like the Moon,
If he persisted long enough,
And never gave up,
Someday, a little finger would point from the earth and say,
‘That star is the new Moon'.
Encouraged the wobbly star came back to his place,
His heart swelled with pride,
And eyes full of gladdened tears,
Even in a few million years,
He couldn’t hope to be as humble as the Luna Moon.