We are the only ones who hear each other. We are the only ones who understand each other. Four shinning stars with a bright glow and an outstanding presence. Four who glide through the sky with a plan to expand. Four small ideas in a world of large ones. From the earth you can’t see them; they are waiting to be discovered.

Their talents are secret. They shine their lights on the world. They live and they die, but their presence is always remembered.

Let anyone forget their being, they’d go dark. Flicker, flicker, flicker, as they die. They burn out.

When you are too sad and life is dark, you look up to the sky and believe. Four lived bright and died dark. You reach to the stars and they live again.