Millions of Stars
I thought to fly
Through the curls of the clouds
Farther up then the eye can see
But I tripped on a sunbeam
And fell to the ground
Shattering sharply
There I waited
Drained of my joy
Until the moon rose high and
Painted the ground silver
While I
In my millions of pieces
Reflected millions of stars
My Life is a Notebook 
Very nice, Gretchen. I like it.