Cliched Poem about Stars

From far away
Burning flames called, stars 
Look like pretty, tiny lights
All aglow, on a canvas of black
All together, lit in the darkness

If they had eyes, 
They would not be able to see 
The tiny little creatures that stare at them

But these tiny little creatures 
Have the power to shine 
Brighter than that of the brightest light
But even these tiny little creatures
Must come to know when to unite; 
Far away from burning flames called, stars 
All aglow, All together.