Collective brilliance
adorning the soot-filled skies
We need you to lessen the night,
and form little bears
or vaguely etched hares
with your blurry light
Lurking far behind the sun,
you shimmer together all as one
But hurry, soon the sun will smile
draining all you stars juvenile,
banishing you to a daily eclipse
Goodbye glowballs,
you were all bright
Now your grin has withered away
paled by the yellow orb’s light
No fault with your flame or fur
The sun’s just way too bright.
Grains of thought 