You stand under the stars
and you look up at them,
marvelling in their beauty,
taking in all their wonder.
They look down at you too,
and they wonder why you were created.
They see beauty in you too,
a different kind, though.
They see hope twinkle in your eyes
and they see how loved you are.
And they\'re confused.
You don\'t look as beautiful as them.
You do not shine as brightly as they do.
You are imperfect, and they are not.
But when you look away from those stars,
they don\'t look away from you.
We only give ourselves seconds
to marvel at their wonder,
but it takes them centuries
to wonder why we were made.
And that is a question
not even we can answer.