My night was spent glaring at the stars
And at how they shine despite
The darkness that surrounds them.
I wonder if the stars ever envy the moon,
If they feel the need to shine
Brighter.
Or if they feel that they're good enough.
I hope they delight in the fact that they
Twinkle
Unlike any other.
Not even the moon.
And I wonder if the moon ever looks at the stars
And wishes on them to be like the sun.
I hope it basks in its talent
To rule over the night
Unlike any other.
Not even the sun.

I wonder if the stars envy the moon
And the moon envies the sun
And I hope they don't waste their sparkle
On wanting to be each other.