The Star on a String

There was a bright star
That hung so high and far
Above the blue and green sea,
Held by a string for all to see.

Lying on his bed made of cloud,
He couldn't help but feel proud
Of his looks as he'd stare so fond
At his reflection in the pond.

Hoping for a better look of his face,
He got out of bed and came down from space.
But, as he stared at his light in the drink,
His string came loose and began to sink.

He fell deeper until almost left unseen,
Surrounded and recolored with blue and green,
Swimming with sea horses and gold starfish,
Too tired to see his cloud, but not to wish.

Now, he's the bright sitting on the ocean,
Leaving you to believe he's a reflection
Of the sun that we all love to see
As he prays for his cloud and less vanity.
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Writer's Note- I may fine tune it because I'm not 100% happy with how it is, but i'm a bit lazy. I love the story it tells enough that i'm posting it's raw form and now when you see the sun shining on the ocean's surface, you know it isn't the sun, but a star that was a tad to vain.

Ps- i might add more to the story period besides fine tuning, but we'll see how i recieve it upon reflection...