My Fallen Star Poem by Ima Ryma

I gaze into the sky at night.
Clouds drift away and all is clear.
The countless stars are shining bright
Through the heavenly atmosphere.
One star more brightly seems to shine,
And twinkles as though if to say
That it does wish to be just mine,
And begins falling toward my way.
I do feel flattered, yes I do,
That just for me this star be bound.
It is as though a dream came true.
The star lies near me on the ground.

I grasp the fallen star and I
Place it back up into the sky.