Shining Star

Bright little lone star,
The most punctual one to
Grace the majestic skies,
The early bird gets
The fattest worms,
Maybe you want the fattest worms,
Maybe you scorn mediocrity,
It seems you are not content
With being neither here nor there,
You will not make do with
Whatever you manage to find,
And so, even as the
Fiery light recedes,
You begin to make your way
Through the skies, unencumbered,
Unlimited by halting demands,

Gazing up, I am touched
By your beauty in the sky
And just how bright you shine!