Tonight a star fell into a desolate, but seemingly harmless way of life;
That was quite contrary to what the heavens had taught it to relish.
That lone star then looked upon the sky with the vivid lights
Of many a star who followed the patterns of the Universe
And shone with all of their brilliance;
To make a small scene for a small farmer who indulged in midnight artistic dreams-
(every once when the crickets played her favorite song)
The universe seemed not to take account of that lone star
But went on.
For those who chose to obey its laws.
Because what would be,
If the universe stopped every time a star fell?