Power of a Star
Dear fellow students,
It’s almost too perfect outside to ignore the beauty of a day. This, given to us, yet so undervalued. What some would give to live only days like these — cool breezes riding the gilded sunrays, light shadows lying on a warmed earth, playful leaves race to meet it. While I, a simple soul of mind and of matter, sit in all the unfettered glory that surrounds me. And to think that I sit the only one to notice, in a world rushed and distracted, stressed and skewed.
Oh, that we would take only an hour a day to sit out on a cool bench beneath an olden tree sitting the warm sun — for more dreams are born, problems are solved, and smiles are painted when lighted by the brightest star.
Yours truly,
Celina
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