Some stars

They follow the moon

Bright

Seen

Following

They imitate

The bright light of the moon

Others don't

That dim pink star

Shooting across the sky

One instant

Then it's gone

That pale blue star

Exploding into the spotlight

Never seen again

That golden sun

Keeping us alive

But never given a second glance

Those white stars

Those followers

Those imitators

What the moon does

They do

The moon is their leader

Those pink flashes

Those blue explosions

That golden life

They are their own leaders