Life Cycles

The stars are merely a reflection of ourselves
Projecting their past and present towards others
And born in a strange atmosphere of gasses
That blend just the perfect amount of balance and pressure. These atoms fuse together in perfect harmony just as the way we are fertilized.

If we are reflections of the stars,
Then at birth we are nothing more
Than a tiny cluster of gas
Forged from a nebula.

This is why we are placed
On our mothers chest
From the moment of birth.

We depend on the warmth
Of their surrounding atmosphere
And to hear the rhythm
Of their heart
Harmonize with our own.

For a while we are a red dwarf,
Small and cool,
But still the center of attraction
In the Milky Way.

Eventually, we learn to express ourselves and become a red giant
A much larger star with a cool surface,
Eventually exhausting ourselves from the energy emitted in our younger years.

Some of us will die a white dwarf,
The shrunken remains of a once normal star.
Using up most of its resources,
A white dwarf gently cools and fades.

Not all of us go gently into the good night
And some will die a supernova
From internal reactions
At the end of our lives.

And what happens next is left to the unknown.

Maybe we become the singularity,
Where time and space do not exist.
Maybe we are immortal in this right,
With our stories being told at a gaze of the constellations.