Life was good, though all the same, • no one went, yet no one came. • a little star, who’d ne’er grow old,• look around, and found the world cold. • he saw the stars, all older than he • the way they live, but they can’t see • how harsh it’s gotten, how dark and cold • so he decided that he would live bold • so he went around and told the stars • “the world’s caught, and no one cares • but listen, we can show them a road!” • and so the stars explode.

-This poem was inspired by the birth of a star from a nebula and some of the revolution stories. Hope you enjoy