Matariki

                                          Matariki  

I look up,  I can already see the dark sky with a million stars. I can feel the cold, open air blowing into me. The fire is already lit. I am at Cook’s beach. My family and my friends are nearly at the camp-fire with Uncle Bob. Then Uncle Bob says to me ‘Hurry up or we will have to wait another year to see those stars.’ I am at the beach to celebrate Matariki.

The moment I reach the fire, I can already feel the warmth of the bright, burning flames. I stare at the sky to find the unique seven stars or the matariki. My shoes sink into the sand , I feel like the wind is actually whispering to me. The sea is like the beautiful reflection from a magic mirror. The sea is calm but i can hear the waves swishing and whistling.

But when I gaze at the dark greyish night, I think about why so many different cultures talk about stars and tell stories about them. I also wonder why the stars are so important to them too.