Patiently Awaiting In Orbit

A stone that slumbers
and lumbers in space,
snoring a trail of dust.

Coaxed by the sun
she awakes with a yawn,
and plunges t’wards our sphere.

The snores turn to sparks
of fire in the dark,
a star now shot from the sky.

But despite her demise
her performance gives rise
to great fame: the star now a star.

The End

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