Beneath the infinite canvas, they softly gleam,
Stars whisper secrets in a silent dream.
Their twinkling lights, a celestial ballet,
Guiding lost souls through the night’s dark array.

Each star a story, ancient and grand,
Shining bright over the ocean and land.
They speak of love, of time’s gentle hand,
Weaving tales only hearts understand.

In the night’s embrace, their light does bloom,
A gentle glow that dispels the gloom.
Stars, eternal, in their cosmic room,
Illuminate paths through the thickest of doom.

Oh, how they shimmer, in silence profound,
Stars, our guardians, without a sound.
In their presence, dreams are unbound,
As we lay beneath them, on the soft ground.