I wonder why the stars always shine so brightly

even when the lights on earth are nearly all extinguished

and the people lay down to sleep.

Who is their miraculous show for?

These majestic light sources

sit upon the highest throne,

all managing their own colonies.

Colonies of one.

Independence among the stars.

But still all working,

working together,

to light up the dark night sky

And I wonder why.

I wonder why the world below can not stop.

Stop their frivolous fighting,

and come to see that their lifetime here on earth,

is a limited process,

and that this world will only get worse

without unornamented decisions.

Unornamented!

The simplicity of it all.

And yet,

the stars among us

can work toward a cause,

but we can not accept our differences,

and even begin

to think of even making the smallest step toward

any kind of harmonious relationship

on the ground we walk on.

My voice is solemn heard,

but you hear me now

you must hear me now!

I wonder why the people persecute one another,

I wonder why we could not take the time

I wonder why we could not all be more like,

the stars up in the sky.