Everyday, it sits and watches, with gallant eyes over all of us. The shimmering blue covering, that holds its mind expanse. All the secrets of the universe; quietly organizing every tick, movement, and pattern of every person under its watchful gaze. It sits in contempt and in humble ways, going unnoticed by many; But a few you see, like you and me, stare back at this maleficent being. We pay are dues, and respects to this pure one, knowing every single thing it has done. It moves and sways to a new resting place, each and every day. This little guardian sent from above to protect us, and shows in every way; But unless you pay a watchful eye, you may look upon it, but not truly see. Even the shape it takes in our mortal plane resembles all creation. A star, the internal burning begins, and ends with it, in every spectacular way. I look upon it when you may not, but I’m not under the subdued mind of clouded vision for materialistic things. I pay attention to the dear one and care. You may see a balloon, but I see the universe’s greatest creation... And I’m lucky enough to call him friend.