We sat on the porch one clear summer night,

My big brother and I enjoying the sight,

‘cause the view of the sky was such a delight.

Then one star shot down, in whiz of fall,

Seeming to land just in back of a wall.

Can we go find it? I asked, thinking it easy to spot.

Not too far away, just a jump and a jot.

Ha, said my brother in scornful delight.

It fell far away, no you cannot.

We sat there in silence ‘til another one fell.

It made me worry, so I said, Well …

what happens when they’ve all fallen down from the sky?

The moon will be alone, no bright neighbors nearby.

Ha, said my brother, how could I be right?

The sky’s filled with stars, just look at the night.

So it will take a few years - at least a dozen he swore.

Then we sat in silence a few minutes more.

  But now I couldn’t enjoy the night like before.

So I told my brother I wanted to go back inside,

Where I wouldn't see the stars fall as they died.

Then he turned to me with a grin so wide,

Adding a sort of a punch to my side -

As the loudest laughter spilt from his hide.

So we sat on the porch that clear summer night,

My big brother and I enjoying the sight.

And I knew once again that the sky was all right.

And what big brothers say, isn’t always quite right.