Falling Star Poem by The Phoenix

When you see a star falling,
It's time to make a wish amending,
Stars are gifts of beauty divine,
Guiding through nights, they kindly shine,
And illuminate my darkened way,
Revealing glimpses of light each day.

My gleaming star still hangs above,
Infusing my life with purpose and love,
I am a child of the cosmos grand,
A steward of skies, destiny in hand,
Born amidst nebulae's collapse,
Embracing my cosmic heritage, perhaps.

I have forged a path I proudly tread,
A chosen journey where dreams are spread,
Though I may stumble and lose my ground,
It is not my demise that can be found,
For in each fall, a rebirth awaits,
Igniting the fire that resonates.

Here I stand, on the world's rim,
Stretching my hands, seeking to skim,
The essence of my shining star,
And make a wish, both near and far.

Grant me the strength to fulfill my quest,
A gentle nudge to bring out my best,
To discover the depths within my heart,
And let my falling star play its part,
Guiding me along my chosen way,
Where dreams twinkle, and hopes shall stay.