Winds of a Dying Star

In the winds of a dying star,
a purple light flashed from afar;
it touched me in my dream-like state,
assuredly it changed my fate.

I walked the lucky path of life,
released from worry, pain and strife;
people commented on my glow,
pouring the way waterfalls flow.

Each sunset I gazed at the lights,
sparkling in the blackness of night;
feeling part of the universe,
sharing the wealth from nature’s purse.

A star died but I was reborn,
bathed in star dust, a life adorned;
with goodness and richness galore,
I’ll be thankful forevermore.