Once upon a time, long long ago
A star died.
It flew apart, in a zillion pieces
Scattering its self for miles and miles and miles and miles.
But the dying was a death that gave birth to some thing new,
So far in time from its dying, it could never know.
For only in it death throws could it give some thing to the void
Unknowing and unseeing, did it know or care,
That after the death a new birth would begin.
Specs so fine, not even dust, would some day find a home
And a new light in the night would burn on yet new distant lands.
Time and time and time would pass,
How much time, who can ever know?
But with time comes change, The years and years and years flow by, uncounted and uncared.
And change and change and change again,
So many many times.
Until a time when you and I can stand and see this brave new old world.
Every thing we see, came from the dust of a star that once shined for us
The Daisy, so small and fragile
Reaching out and groping for its mother tha's unknown.
This tiny thing, we would call a flower, grows.
Its perfect in its beauty, it simple in its wants, but its a sign of change.....
Like the stars, the lands and plants, the animals that have been,
Were made of bits of nothing, from a mother we never knew.
And one day we will go back to nothing, the bits that make you and me.
But who shall know, what we did, how we loved and played,
For once were gone, to where we came,
A star
That shined for me.
