The Rising Star: A Poem for Mia

As I look up into the vast darkness
gazing at the celestial masterpiece
adorning the clear night sky,
my eyes scan the heavenly bodies
in search of not the well known,
but for the one yet to become.

The quaint unassuming star
hidden in a forest of brilliance
unknowingly unique by design,
unaware of its own potential,
and uncertain of its own place
in the divine scheme of light.

Only the discerning eye can see
this spectacle of light waiting to be
the captivating glimmer of promise
from afar of a unknown rising star.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,"
wonder not what you are,
but all you dream to be.