Light From A-far

I look at the little light. It goes on, then off, on, off. What if I was a light; blinking on then off, on, off.

No.

I would not like to be a light. Sure I would be able to help people see in the dark, to light their rooms, streets, and other worldly things. But just a light is not for me.

No.

W would want to be a star.

Yes! a star.

Way, way, far up there. Among billions and trillions of other stars. I would twinkle and shine and people would look up at me and say, "Oh! What a pretty star." And they would see all of my brothers and sister too, helping me softly light the night skies around the whole universe.

Yes.

A star is what I want to be.

A star.