Universe

What are we but stardust here

Stories written on the book out there

Where people come and people go

Writing pages fast and slow.

Throwing glitters all around

Drawing lines in square and round

Making pathways straight and curved

Grounded life, dreams free as bird.

Years pass by and there grows rust

As we leave again to make more dust

For more to come and fill the book again

With stardust, sunshine, snow and rain.