Birth of a Star

 In the cosmic cradle, a star's first cry,

A symphony of light, in the vast, dark sky.

Bursting forth with a radiant hue,

A celestial melody, pure and true.

From the womb of dust and gas it sings,

Born in fiery furnace, where new life springs.

The universe hushes, then gasps and sighs,

Witnessing the birth of those celestial ties.

But time, a cruel master, winds its thread,

Stars, once born, with a finite spread.

In their last gasp, an astral demise,

An agony felt in celestial skies.

Their brilliance dims, a fading light,

As they succumb to the eternal night.

The cosmos weeps in silent elegy,

As stars depart in a final legacy.

A celestial dance, from birth to bane,

Each star a story in the cosmic chain.

Their first scream heralds their radiant flight,

And the universe mourns as they bid goodnight.

Maxwell O’Reilly