They love to take long walks along the beach before the sun’s first light
A mother, father and their daughter…while the sky’s still filled with night.
On their walk one morning …they hadn’t traveled vary far
when their daughter pointed to the heavens and said, “Look! A shooting star!”
As they walked a little farther down the beach…was it luck…
or something Fate had planned…
for shimmering in the moonlight…was a starfish…in the sand.
“I wonder,” their daughter said, “If this is the same star we saw shooting across the night?”
Her mom and dad both smiled, “We think you could be right.”
“What are we going to do?” Their daughter said as she began to cry.
“How do we get this fallen star…back into the sky?”
“The solution is quite simple.” Her parents said. “Pick that star up…tenderly…wade out into the water and place it in the sea.”
“You needn’t fret or worry…If that star’s a her or him…
for every star is born with the ability to swim.”
“And each arm of a starfish is created with its own eye…
which will help to guide him on his journey to where the ocean meets the sky.”
“And once she reaches her destination…when the time is right
that star will rejoin all the other stars that brighten up our night.”
The daughter did as we was told…and when she was back on land and dry
She said, “I’m pretty sure when I let her go I saw her wave goodbye.”
They love to remember the smile on their daughter’s face…
as across other shores they roam…
The day their daughter helped a fallen star….
find it’s way back home.
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