My life is the galaxy,
Filled with stars,
Big hot and bright,
Easy to see from far away.
But when when my galaxy gets filled with more stars,
My old stars faint hardly visible hard to remember,
Almost like they are not there.
When I get closer towards the stars,
The stars gets even bigger and bigger,
Visible easy to see in the the dark galaxy.
I notice the stars and think about them,
Remembering these are one of the first stars in my galaxy.
I try to keep hold of the stars,
Hold on to them forever,
Never going to forget them,
Like they are stuck on me like glue.
The Planets in my Galaxy surround me,
Right next to me through my cycles of daylight.
And through my obstacles (global warming) you orbit right next to me,
Making me feel good through these obstacles,
Filling my balloon with air.
Gorzycki Middle School
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