Traveling Through Space Meeting New Stars Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

This particular star, was well suited to me on this day, its colour was the most beautiful emerald green, and i turned into gold, it made me so happy i danced, the god knew exactly what i wanted and he soon made me rich, immortal and adored for my shine and it first gave peace to the soul, and then it enraptured his senses i was transported to the even greener center where a seated horned god, , bestowed blessings.I was put in the corner of the palace, I had to turn into wind to escape, and fast as light i escaped and visited a red star, i liked it so much i revolve round it on and on.Like bees around honey.