A Tumbled Star

I look up to skyward
In the blue of the night
There, silvery spangles I see;
Hovered and distant
Glowing and bright,
Performing a show just for me.

Where do they come from?
May well you might ask,
Why do they shine with the moon?
Who could have brought them?
A gargantuan task,
Bedecking a dazzled festoon.

Led by Polaris,
The brightest one there,
Highlighting night sky in the North;
Seven sisters smiling,
The plough comes to share
All that the heavens bring forth.

But where do they run to
When daytime gives birth?
Where do they go? Go they must.
As sunlight approaches
They fall to the earth
And sprinkle the ground with stardust.