Taken with an IPhone 6s

When you were young and scared of nothing, you were enchanted by the moon and a field of glowing stars that clung to the ceiling of your room, you drew lines to link their beauty, made constellations of your own, an explorer of the universe with your warm bed for a throne and you remember one cold evening when those stars had lost their light, how you grabbed you favorite sweater and padded out into the night and the sight that lay above you, made your tiny heart start reeling as a sea of glinting starlight danced on the worlds now darkened ceiling but though the stars strung high above you, you claimed you were part of it all, you couldn't stop their large expanse from making you feel small for despite all of the lines you drew, the constellations stayed the same and every star you made your own already had name but listen young explorer for a star's light can be slow and the ones you see above you were made a long, long time ago and though the world won't see it, until this earth's a lot more worn the moment that you saw that sky, a brand new star was born.