Silently. Yet loudly.
A star rose above the horizon.
Shining ever so brightly.
Caring not of what might be thought of it.
It was as it was.
A reality.
Undeniable.
It could be described in many ways.
Seen.
Unseen.
Special or miniscule.
Different, or just one of many.
It was shining anyway.
Seeking not.
Waiting not.
Just there.
Present, and not.
Never changing, and always changing.
For nothing, but the flow of the universe.
