Star,
It’s just God riding in his shiny superfast car.

Where is he riding to? I wonder,
Does his dipper cause lightning, and his honk thunder?

With roads so huge, and paths so slick,
There is perhaps no chance of an accident, or traffic.

Whether on his way to work, or just for an evening ride,
The landscape is ever so surreal, the colours so bright.

Their races leave behind a great nitrous trail,
As we in awe, make a wish, screaming, “Look! A comet and its tail”

Their parking places, marked by careful coordination,
Create a wonderful illusion,
To the delight of us hominids, joining the dots to make an astronomical constellation.

Once I’m finished seeing all there is to see
In our world,
I plan to visit the cosmic, on an exploring spree.

I’ll probably rent a star,
Which is God’s own shiny superfast car.

And zoom all around the universe, traversing the highways of the sky.
Fuelled by wanderlust, seeking worlds far and wide.