Plucking Stars

I pluck the stars from the night sky
They twinkle bright upon my open hand
They feel like stardust so refine
I close my hand and bring them to you
So you could wish upon a star
In your little hand I give you
A fist of stars from the night
You make your wish; then fling them back
Your wish you finally make
Now the stars will give you
What you wished tonight