A Fallen Star

by Solaña in World of Books

My room is dark,
It's ceiling like a nighttime sky.
I turn on my light,
And on my bed is a fallen star.

This is no falling star,
It's already fallen,
And it's friends are callin'
In a night as black as tar.

On my bed I stand,
And then on my bed I lay.
The star is no longer on land,
Not to my dismay.

There's a falling star in the sky.
I'll get it soon.
And I'll fly to the moon.