PICTURE HERE: https://pic8.co/sh/D6Q2cs.jpg POEM HERE: As a young boy, I wandered the hills And found a tall tree, peaceful and still. There I sat and watched the sights, And gazed into the heavens of the night. ~~ The moon was large and shadows cast, Upon the path and along the grass. My hat pulled back to clearly see, As a wishing star flew over me. ~~ What wonder it was, so glad that I saw, The beauty of God's sky, all in all. With a flick of His finger, a breath of wind, That comet flew over, I know not where it'll end. ~~ I wanted to hope, I wanted to wish, So there I sat, thinking what should I get. I could ask for fortune, and for fame, I could ask even for the world to gain. ~~ The more I considered the things to desire, To grow old, be wealthy, or possibly retire. The more I realized what God already's done He sent His star to cross the sky's run. ~~ Selfish I was, wishing on a star, Already watching the heavens afar. I had my peace, my own moment in time, And decided that was a good enough sign. ~~ So as a young boy, wandering those hills, Under the tree, I changed my own will. To not wish on stars with all my might, But in my life to take better delight.