In the warm blanket of midnight colored
darkness and in the stillness to be found,
is many secrets to be shared.
Somewhere in the distance a bird sings
I glanced at the mystery of the rainbow
colored stars, as a car horn honks into the
Each rainbow colored star was sprinkled
across the sky, as if cake decorations.
Last night as I pray, I knew the stars were
not always the same as yesterday.
As I seen a red, yellow, and blue one fall
from the sky.
I caught those falling stars and put them in a jar,
so they wouldn't go very far.
I had three wishes to save for another day!
Change was always strange, but is life's middle
name. Even the stars are never the same .