Every once in a while, stars like to fall.  
They fall fast, and hard, and burn bright and hot,  
Until they break through the many walls  
Of the atmosphere, and shatter. I got  
Caught up in staring at the constellations,  
Yearning to be among them. But then I  
Saw one shatter and break; the fascination  
And desperation started to die.  
If I became a star, would I fall too, 
Destined to become nothing more than ash? 
Despite the fear, I yearned to become new,  
To be reborn in the stars with a flash.  
 
My story will be written in the cosmos 
To be taught and told in the years that follow.