Classic Poem

Last night I saw you in the sky.
I watched you jumping from so high,
Falling so far it made me cry.
I said that star will be so hurt,
Cut on the stones and buried in dirt,
He'll wish he had not been so pert,
So proud, so sure. I said no star
Should take such chances, it's too far,
Even for stars. Yet here you are,
Quietly curling. You are found
Upon this soft and sandy mound,
Cooled by the spray, all safe and sound.
And not one point in all your five
Is even nicked; you sprawl alive,
Not even dented by your dive.
Brave Star, I hope that you will lie
Lazily here and never try
To jump back up into the sky.