My Gift To The Universe

The moonbeam sliced through my window, across my pillow.
I lean over, look out the window.
The stars are plastered, hung by invisible stings.
Holagraphic lights against a satin, black sky.
When I stare deep into space, far out into the atmosphere,
I realize how insignificant I truelly am in the grand sceme of things.
But even though there are an infinative numbers of stars in the sky,
they only come in three different colors; Blue, Red and Yellow.
But I, I am one of a kind. Unique, Irreplaceable.
No matter what happens, you cant get another me.
All those stars up there do the same thing; twinkle, shine, produce heat.
But I can make people laugh, change lives, live day by day.
Stars cant do any of that. They can only shine, only shine..
Even though I may be small compared to the universe,
I can do alot of things the the entire world cant.