Stars

Shining bright in the sky's above,
Are the stars, beautiful and free,
Misunderstood, but loved by all,
Some see them as a symbol of hope,
A symbol of worship,
Others, too busy to feel the magic.

In a star lies the spirit of a loved one,
Watching over us like a guardian angel,
There, through day and night, dull or bright,
Even when they cannot be seen,
Their magic lingers,
Warming our hearts, and feeding our minds.

This is a poem had i had to write in school for a competition. But of course it wasn't good enough! lol