The Galaxy Poem by mukaila kusi

when i look into the sky i see nothing than the morning stars.
i see them in cluaters, bright and beautiful
see how they see how they shine,
they will definetly cloase their eye.
sometimes when a look at them playing among themself in their school,
it open to me a new page of reality.
they move in never ending line like ant that have detected a harvest
I see them in bundles,
Bound with bolts and nuts,
Then they would disappear one after the other without notice,
The heavenly cloud will eclipse them from sight,
Some will graduate into the school of madness and mad teachers and other into a school of sound and sound preachers,
The question is what the future holds for them?