The Little Star

I see a star ahead of me.

It will always shine.

I try to grab the little star.

I want it to be mine.

But the little star escaped my grasp.

It danced around the moon.

The little star ran away,

But I will catch it soon.

For years I have danced the dance

To this stars sacred tune.

But I will finally catch this star

After the sun rises- at noon.

-Laura Ellis (08-04-04)