In the night the stars
are racing to be first to earth.
And to shine and be the first to be
seen in the sky.
On earth frozen wind and thunder roam around.
Weak lightning strikes when you see a perfect star.
The rain happy to heal the flowers.
Dark rivers singing across the land. You see
the shooting stars go by making wishes on Grandpa's roof.
And maybe only one of the wishes will come true.
You're floating on the river
looking up at the stars, waiting to stop
at the end of the river that goes around the world.
Grandpa's Roof
Submitted on September 29th, 2008