As it falls under its own weight, it cuts through miles and miles of the sheet of atmosphere that covers the earth.
As it cuts through the air, it burns.
As it burns, it leaves behind a trail of sparkling light - like the tusk of an elephant.
As it continues to leave its trail, it dies.
As it dies, people close their eyes and ask for their wishes.
The shooting star knows it is about to die. It is then that it acquires this special power of granting you a wish. And it does even as it dies.
As it cuts through the air, it burns.
As it burns, it leaves behind a trail of sparkling light - like the tusk of an elephant.
As it continues to leave its trail, it dies.
As it dies, people close their eyes and ask for their wishes.
The shooting star knows it is about to die. It is then that it acquires this special power of granting you a wish. And it does even as it dies.
why your blogs are sudddenly towards negativity?
ReplyDeleteBe happy :)