Falling Stars

That night, it rained stars.
Bright, shining... yellow.
It rained all night long...
The skies watched...hopeful.

The golden light...
crashed upon the window panes.
A lone ray invaded the children's room.
The skies wondered... the future ?

A dusty room
Old, noisy cots...
Aged, crumbled walls...
Children, about a dozen, sleeping delightfully.

Slowly, golden illuminated faces
tender and unwilling eyes forcing open.
Curious even in slumber, they walk towards the window.
The golden light, glittering violently.

One stretches the hand out...
nimble fingers.
He catches a falling star...looks at it.
Awed, puzzled... scared.

Few more come, few more stars caught.
The dusty room now shines
the golden light now encompassing the room,
Twelve children...

And the skies smile, content.
Children... future's face.