Below is a short story I wrote. I came up with it one night when I was sitting under the stars at this beautiful AirBnB in Saluda. My time there was so wonderful. I stayed in this small secluded cabin with my boyfriend and got to experience some life away from the hustle and bustle of the large city. It helped me feel more connected with mother nature and more at peace with myself. I definitely suggest going on vacation to some place calm and in the middle of a beautiful forest. Leaving behind my busy life was such a gift and I think it could be for everyone. I hope you enjoy my story!
There once was a girl who made stars.
She made tall stars and small stars,
thin stars and fat stars,
stars that shone bright and stars that hid from the light.
She made happy stars and sad stars,
ones with emotion and one without care.
She fashioned pretty stars and witty stars
and stars that belonged to the city
and others that desired the country fields.
She molded stars upon stars upon stars.
Some with many passions and some with little fashion
and so many more that couldn’t fit in description.
Once the stars were made, she’d send
them on their way. She’s package them up in pretty little bottles
and blow them through the sky.
They would bobble and twirl and twist
on their merry way.
She would watch as they fluttered through the air
and smile her goodbyes, wishing the best for their travels.
She knew she could not
keep the stars even if it hurt to let them go.
Despite having made the stars and letting the stars go,
she never asked them to return.
The stars did not belong to her after all.
She made the stars for the world to love and see.
She wanted people to feel and understand the glory they gave her.
She wanted people to see their glow and cherish their hearts and
watch as they sparkled in the sky.
She loved the stars. She loved each one no matter how many stars she made.
Despite their freedom, each and every star came back.
They would glisten their stories and mumble
the wonders they saw.
Many spoke of their jobs and the ones they fell in love with.
They giggled about their families and laughed about their glories.
Some talked of the mountains or the sea,
or explained how it felt to be.
Others enjoyed the peace and their secrets.
She loved their stories as much as she loved the stars.
She would listen with joy and write down their lives.
They would bobble around her and whisper their joys
as she continued to fashion the
stars to come.
The End. I hope you enjoyed this story and could see the beauty of life through the perspective of a girl and her stars. Just like the girl, you are capable of making stars and changing the world.