It so dark outside
and the sky is alight with starry fire.
You know, the stars are like big nuclear reactors.
And they are connecting atoms,
creating something bigger,
like me and them when I look upon them.
And I am left to contemplate
why I could not have been a star,
why I could not have lit up the sky with my own nuclear fire,
why I had to be a small person on a big planet of rocks and plants.
And then I decide that
it must be
so I can look up at the firey stars
and wonder too much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem