What are stars
(written from the perspective of a scientist in the 1400s)
What is a star
But a dot
One of a lot
In a spot
Illuminating its own corner of the night sky
But just waiting
Waiting to die
But then what is the night sky?
Is it the canvas
for constellations
And the all mighty
Star nations
The question still stands
What are stars?
Dots of paint...or holes
Maybe
Full of alien souls
The truth about stars
We may never know
Which just goes to show
Stars are mysterious things
With their pinpoint bodies
And glowing rings