Little One

A Poem by Emmy

My poem, Little Star, from the star's point of view

Little one, little one
Standing on the ground
You're staring up
With all my luck
I can not stick around

For while I strive
Throughout the night
I can not stand the day
The suns smile
Is just too much
I have to go away

Here it comes
The big bright sun
It is time to go
I must inform you
Though I'm gone
I will miss you so