The star

The sky is dark and laced with shining stars,
Shimmering a glittery glow, as they flow afar.
Beauty is an illusion of the naked eye,
Laced with all the heart desire.
Like the wings of a mysterious butterfly,
Colours so bright and full of flare,
The stars that are sure to become noticeable,
Are the ones that have little else left to bare.

Dancing all alone in the distance, is a star that’s barely born,
With its shimming wings it twinkles and glows,
From the enlightening of the moon lit sky,
Till the rising of the dawn.
The star it may not be so beautiful,
Her legs they are so small,
But this star its heart is laced with gold,
And its the most magnificent star of all.