The beauty of a star is best admired
Through distillation of the atmosphere,
So purest light may grateful eyes inspire
When it in darkened firmament appears.
Though from a distance it may seem perfection
A star might crush you with its gravity,
Starve you in shadow with its pale reflection,
Or burn you with its light’s intensity.
Scorn not your ideal orbit of the sun
Whose brightness feeds your body, mind, and soul.
Though seasons pass as revolutions run
Its warmth and light your weary heart consoles.
Remember: when regarded from afar
Your sun is someone else’s distant star.