When night unfurls its velvet cloak,
The stars above begin to gleam,
Like timeless tales they softly spoke,
A wondrous, twinkling dream.

Each spark a whisper in the night,
A beacon in the vast expanse,
Guiding lost souls with gentle light,
In a cosmic, endless dance.

The moon looks on with silver gaze,
As stars paint stories in the sky,
In awe, we watch the stellar blaze,
Beneath the heavens, we lie.

Forever constant, yet so far,
These tiny jewels of the night,
Remind us of just who we are,
As we marvel at their light.