Stars, plenty of them,
Open wide sky,
With moon,
and slight glittering lights - yes okay stars,
As you popularly call them,

Lying beneath, us,
Living breathing creatures,
In awe of the burning reactions,
And the light, through so many layers,
Years later reaching our eyes,
Seemingly glaring, or maybe saying a hi,

But why a connect,
With this burning element,
Far far away,
in distance,
And time,

Maybe it is the element,
You carry, derived from one of these stars,
Years later, a constituent of you,
From this far away star,
which explains the connect maybe,
With these bits of light, far away, far behind,
Reaching your eyes, refracting, and finding alternate ways,
And finally finding you,
And sharing a connect with that initial constituent of it,
Forming in you a life!