The Fallen Star

I watched the stars compliment the moon like a diamond necklace. A million diamonds could not distract from the beauty of the moons face.  Lit up by the sun at night, never really setting just hiding in another land. Shining so bright, I realised the night was no longer bland. It was so quiet and nothing could be heard but the clock ticking away the night. The smallest noise could have startled anyone and given them a fright. I saw a shooting star. It appeared this necklace might be a fake now. For a diamond lost is no good to the moon, it's fallen down to a sleeping cow. "What is this? Called the waking cow. A diamond for me? Why thank you sky. I'll never leave this diamond, and cherish it until the day I die." Many years later an old cow sat by a fallen star, the fire burned away. "You are my diamond my cherished gift. I have loved your time each waking day."  The sun set on this dying cow, she took her last breath as the stars turned bright and the moon rose high. Then as her soul slipped away, a new diamond appeared across the bright night sky.