Michael Jackson

I trembled to think of a world without stars. No guide for the sailor to trust at sea, no jewels to dazzle our sense of beauty, no hunter pointing to the next horizon, no lovely ladies trailing perfume to heaven’s ballroom. But all around the globe, the air is so dirty and the lights from the cities are so bright that for some people few stars can be seen anymore. A generation of children may grow up seeing a blank sky and asking “ Did there used to be stars there ?”
Let’s give them back the sky and let’s do it now- before it’s to late. I’m going to search my star until I find it. It’s hidden in the drawer of innocence, wrapped in a scarf of wonder. I’ll need a map to tell me which hole it should fill, and that will be a small one. But there are nearly five billion of us on earth, and we all need the sky. Find your star throw it up to heaven.
You still have it, don’t you ?