Shooting Star Poem by Cassandra Joanna

A shooting star,
So beautiful and bright,
Gleaming in the sky,
Flying through the darkness of night,
Shining from roof to roof,
Not deciding when to ground,
It floats over cities and paints pictures that for only a a second can be found,
Gliding with the wind it touches the heavens,
So graceful and majestic,
Getting nowhere,
It rapidly speeds up,
The light burns up,
It crashes,
It fades,
Nothing more to give light,
One less star to light up the sorrowful night.