A star blazes across the clear sky,
Trailing a long tail that gathers those
That follow its wake for fame and clout!
Few are they that can match its speedy
Exit, and fall into a void ne'er seen again!
Rare are those who match its swift progress!
I watch the shooting star blaze across,
And see those that try to catch it so. Futile
Attempts to catch one that won't be caught!
But who'd match the progress of
A shooting star? It crosses the firmament in
The blink of an eye, so swift so so fast!
A shooting star, sure would I catch if
I had a net so large but, I'd prefer to paint few
In words so rare and rich that'd bring out their glory!
So, while others attempt to catch a shooting star,
I sit me down to paint in words one
That would be mine, to play and share!