i see a star lost in the clouds,
yet it has not lost its spark..

the clouds cover it,
but cannot hide..
the small little wonder that it is..

i love that star,
that fond little one,
that makes the clouds wither away.

yet it seems sad above,
lonely on its own.

the moon is near,
giving it light.
yet it seems so drawn apart.

i love that star,
that brave little bug,
yet fear grips me,
for reasons unknown.