In the quiet of the night, the stars softly gleam,
Whispering secrets in a cosmic dream.
Their light, a beacon in the endless dark,
Guiding lost souls with a gentle spark.
They dance in silence, timeless and free,
Telling tales of what was and what will be.
Each twinkle a story, ancient and wise,
Reflecting the mysteries of the skies.
Beneath their watchful gaze, we find our place,
In the vast expanse of celestial grace.
Stars, the keepers of our hopes and fears,
Shining through the veil of countless years.
As we look up, they remind us to dream,
To reach beyond, where the starlight beams.
For in their glow, we see our reflection,
A universe bound by endless connection.