Upon the soft, scented grass,
I gently spread out the blanket,
I let my body rest on the earth,
I scanned the lucid, moonlit sky.

Some stars shimmied,
Some stars dazzled,
Some stars sparkled,
Some stars danced.

How would it feel to be a star,
Everyone watching you from afar,
Would you be content with your existence,
Billions of eyes admiring from a distance?

I fell asleep right then and there,
Wondering what it’s like to twinkle in the air.
Do stars enjoy being the spotlights?
Do stars wish there were more cloudy nights?