If Stars Were Humans (POEM)

If stars were humans, and we them,
Could we shine as much?
What could we cry out,
Tears of silver?
Could they look down on us?
Us who would shine of fiery gases as the fume of volcanoes,
Could they look down, bow to us in reverence?
Could we with love light their paths, there in their mighty cosmos?
Could they wish they were us, even for a second?
To be beckoned below for, with mountain-high respect and ocean-wide admiration.
If stars were human,
Could they populate the earth like they masterfully dirten, paint patterns in the dark roof?
And could we still match their ability to adorn the sky with such much beauty?
Could we?

If stars were human, and we were them.

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