The Little Star Who Couldn't Sleep Poem by David Hurlburt

A tiny star, so bright and bold,
Refused to sleep, its tale untold.
It twinkled bright, a restless gleam,
While all the other stars did dream.

The Moon, so wise, with gentle light,
Said, 'Little star, you shine so bright.
But sleep you must, to rest your glow,
So you can shine even brighter, you know.'

The little star, it wouldn't yield,
It spun and danced, a story sealed.
The planets watched, a silent throng,
And whispered tales of right and wrong.

'The Sun, ' they said, 'with golden rays,
He sleeps at night, in endless haze.
He wakes again, with strength renewed,
To fill the day with warmth and mood.'

The little star, it understood,
The need for rest, it felt so good.
It closed its eyes, and slowly drifted,
In cosmic sleep, its light was gifted.

The Milky Way, a river bright,
Streamed through the sky, a wondrous sight.
It carried dreams, on gentle wings,
And whispered secrets, the night sky sings.

The little star, it woke anew,
With strength renewed, its spirit grew.
It shone so bright, a dazzling gleam,
A cosmic wonder, a shining dream.

And so it learned, in cosmic grace,
That rest is needed, to find its place.
The little star, no longer lonely,
Shone bright and strong, forever fondly.