By: Connie Cao

So small, the wonder can’t be seen

Though it shimmers and shines in front of our eyes

Such a beautiful sight, a marvelous queen

Draping the sky with bits of paint, trim and white

Magic and wishes all rolled into one.

They say, “Wish upon a star, and all your wishes will come true.”

So I dream of a purple bicycle, a beautiful one.

And I believe that the stars seemed to wink, glowing the sky a beautiful blue.

Then the magic appeared

A beautiful star, a shooting star

As it spreads its wings, ready to take flight

To send my wish to God

When the sun goes down and the moon arrives

The stars greet me with a slight wave, winking and shining

Forming a beautiful pattern, where the constellations lie

For, every night, they play a beautiful act, outshining the other parts of the starry night