Shooting Star

A single shooting star burns a path across the sky, Its tail streaks through the heavens of the cosmos up on high, A chunk of rock and ice that’s tumbling through the thinnest air, That’s traveled through the depths of space completely unaware, Its million mile travel nears its end upon the Earth, Who knows the distant origin where this rock would claim its birth, The slightest interaction and this light show we would miss, Of a beauty all have witnessed, and a scene they’ll reminisce, Perhaps a thousand years this rock has floated out in space, As it’s guided by our yellow sun, and gravity’s embrace, The other worlds join in as well, deflecting with their mass, The inner rocky planets and the outers made of gas, The slightest touch of stellar wind or planetary dust, Could have pushed the stone away just like an oceanic gust, But still I can’t enjoy this view you witnessed from afar, Because you know that with my luck – that sucker hit my car.