Bring me the moon to place among the stars
Did god speak these words to the angels?
When I look upon the night sky in wonder
I think of each star I can encompass with my eyes
Wondering why each one is where it is
What’s the point?
The small dots of light we so often take for granted
Shining down upon us during the night
Are there for a reason one would wish to believe
But there doesn’t have to be a reason for everything.
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