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A Flame shot across the Starry Night,

While the world watched in awe below.

To the earth it crashed,

Blazing so bright, Day was the Night.

Swirling florescent pinks and purples rose

In a pillar of light, piercing the gods holy throne.

Befuddled, a boy looks on.

Curious to know what he could have seen.

The boy leapt from his perch,

Landing in his favorite flashy pose.

He slipped his feet into the sandals

Left near yellow orchids,

At the base of the Tree,

Where he once Perched.