Pale fingertips reach for a shooting star in the ebony night sky,

"Catch me if you can!" giggled the star,

She would close her fingers over the star & capture it in a milky white prison for just a moment.

Her eyes would shut for a brief second,

"I wish..." is all that is heard from her voice,

A tiny breath from her parted lips sends the star fluttering from her outstretched hand & out into the atmosphere, letting the star be reunited with it's millions of friends.

"Welcome back, friend!" all of the stars chime in,

One little tug forms a soft smile over her face,

She rises from her spot in the middle of the newly grown Spring field,

Shifts her legs just a bit,

And tiptoes away.