The Greed Among Stars.... Poem by JOE JOHNSON

All so beautiful, the sky maybe
held up by it's stars and their
majestic magic. Peace travels
among them and bring
more than just light.

As far as the eyes could see,
birds soaring towards them
but are unable to reach. One
after the other they fall but
spread their wings and try
again.

Who or what has created such
things, their magic illuminates
those who bask in it. They all may
be counted, but only in good time
and faith. Many say they are angels
and some say spirits I believe neither.

If payed attention they seem to
compete with each other, capturing
more enthrallment from their
admirers, all so plaintive.

Those that have been outshined
have fallen into the hands of
abscondment, never to be
revealed again.

Only greed answers to this..........