The Star

There is a shining star.

The moonlight shining.

The star said to me,

"Don't touch me. 

I am a ball of fire."

I was surprised.

I said,"You can't be.

You are too pretty."

The star smiled.

"Will you be my friend?"

I asked.

"Yes," said the star, 

"I will be your friend,

till the end."

This poem is written by my son Avi. @RubyPond had given him a prompt "Star" to work on.