The Star in the Garden
She dug her fingers in the earth. The scent of spring, of water and mud and roots, the scents that only came a few feet up from the earth she walked on, filled the air.
"Mama!" a young voice cried, and she looked up to see her son, little Rilian, running towards her, a grape vine dangling in his hand. The roots swung through the air, and dirt fell in clods. "Mama! I pull weeds!"
She laughed, hearing the sound echo in the bright morning air, and watched her son's smile light the morning even more brightly. He laughed too, running to add the poor vine to her pile, and then running away again, joyful and free. She bent back to the garden bed, still smiling.
How glorious was life, either in the heavens or on earth.
Or even, she had heard from the oldest star, under the earth.