• I stretch out my limbs and bones
    And look at the lovely tones
    of color the night sky holds.
    I lay down on the cool, soothing grass
    And think back upon my past.
    The goodness, the badness,
    the harshness, the sadness,
    the friends, the foes,
    the laughter, the woes
    all in my past.
    and wonder, "What will the future hold? Can my life be any better?"
    And then I see a shooting star.
    "What should I wish for?" I think, glaring up at the stars.
    I close my eyes, yawn, and scratch my head unwishing that I were dead.
    I look up at the stars, wish, and smile, knowing that this life, will last a while.