One
Little Star
I am a star.
I wonder what it’s like to touch the ground.
I hear the wind blow as I’m away in the sky.
I see the kids sleep through night to day.
I want to be a little child.
I am so many miles away.
I pretend to be so tiny and still.
I feel the warmth of the glowing moon.
I touch the dark sky. It’s oh, so black.
I understand what it’s like to be so far away.
I say, ”I wish I was a child down on land.”
I dream I’m a child on land.
