“Who switches on the stars?“
“Ask grandpa” My boy replied
“My grandpa knows. He tried to die and went to sky, and he became a star.”
But would he know how stars turn on? How on the dark of night the bright spot tears through?
Ask grandpa. At night and he would return again as star.
Did someone ask the stars to be switched on? Who needs that light?
The dome turns black, the gems shine bright.
They cluster in the Milky way and die as dawn arrive.
Ask granpa, ask them all - why do they shine. And listen to the light.
It leads the way, it shines. The fears leave the night.
Then sun returns - stars shy away and die. Before the go they say, don’t worry I ‘ll come back tonight.
Who switches on the stars?
The grandpa knows, just listen - he will return at night.
Helena Magidas Johansen