Once or twice I’ve been told, you can catch a bee or butterfly, but never a star…
Impossible, they said, to pull it down to your reach.
I sighed and looked upon the sky, but never forget my dream; a star twinkled from far.
It fell to the ground on one dark and winter night upon the sand of my beach.
I kept it close to my heart in the golden jar,
Remembering to dream the impossible, this is what I teach.