Walking on the beach, pre dawn,
we hadn't travelled very far
When my daughter pointed to the sky and said,
"Look! a shooting star! "
A little further down the beach...
as if miraculously planned...
Glowing in the waning moonlight...
a starfish
in the sand.
"Could this be the same star
we saw shoot across the night? "
I smiled at her innocence and said,
"I bet you're right."
I shall never forget her smile
on the beach that early morn
when she discovered the secret...
of how starfishes are born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem