*My Shooting Star*

Shining, shining, a shooting star flies by,
As it passes, a soft yellow light streaks the sky.
Glowing, glowing, it twinkles so bright,
As it shoots across the wide skies tonight.

I wish upon you, to grant me my dream,
To make it come true, light me up with your beam.
Closing my eyes, I am drifting away,
Bathed in your starlight, my night is now day.

Flying, flying, with my shooting star,
Holding on to its tail, flying around far.
Dreaming, dreaming -- I must be asleep,
And in a midnight dream, so very deep.

ARCTIC WIND