If one looks closely into the night sky,

and spot, by chance, these flying balls of fire,

a wondrous sight for the naked eye,

a heavenly transcendence of one’s earthly desire;

a broken space rock’s fallen debris

which acquainted with the earth’s atmosphere,

blazing through, the speed of unimaginable degree

as it lives its short life without fear.

Like where it started, dust, it will become

as it faces its inevitable death

the thin air will embrace its warmth

and we bade goodbye to the celestial jet.

But if one looked into the sky, and missed the sight,

Save your wish for another month, or year—when the time is right.