the stars
I look up and see the stars
They shine so bright
Lighting the sky,
Admired by everyone
I want to be like them,
I'm envious of the stars
But that's okay
one day I will join them.
My wish might not come true
But its okay
For I have lived my life everyday
In joy and happiness.
Even though there will always be someone better
To those around you
You are always,
A star
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: