The stars so high above,

So alone, so lonely.

They hang suspended,

Unable to move,

Unable to live as they please.

The planets,

High and mighty planets.

Their noses high,

Moons in orbit,

Rings ablaze.

They think themselves better,

They think themselves special.

But even they are not the top.

Always something more.

Even they are not the center.

The sun,

Our light

Their god,

Our life.

Never within touch,

Yet always within sight.