The Astronaut was once a tiny spec made by his own divine creator. Made from the dust and Clay . Small beating heart of a still calm child he was. He looked to his window, calmly placing his small hands to the window. Small in the world he felt but he could be something bigger one day. Confined safe in a little town of green fields and lightning bugs that lit the night so bright. He would run into the fields catching the tiny lightning bugs . He would put them in the jar and release them, they were stars of their sky. The little not so little anymore. The astronaut took his first deep breaths taking his first steps into the unknown . As he walked the moon, calmly he opens the lid of the jar. Releasing the fluttering stars into SPACE.