getting over it

I remember when I was little, I had heard a whole heap of aborinal stories about how the land got created... but there was never many stories about the sky. So I made up a story about how the stars were made. How, every once in a while, a curious fire-fly is born. When that happens, those curious little fireflies always look up at the moon, and wonder how far away that beautiful light is. They spend so long looking up at the moon that they fall in love with it. So, when they get older, and they haven't found another fire fly on earth to fall in love with, and they think they will die soon, they decide to try to fly the distance to be with the moon. They fly and fly and some of them die, and some of them just keep flying. The ones that are flying are the stars in the sky, flying to be with teh one they love; the ones who die, fall, and people on earth think they're beautiful things to wish on. And perhaps they are.