The star is very very old now. Its heart is tired and it whispers softly.
"I am like a lantern in a big room," it says, "and soon I will be just a sweet memory."
The little star giggles, "I think I will wear a blanket of sparkles when I fall asleep."
It closes its shy eyes and hums a lullaby, "Goodnight, dear planets. I love you so."
But the planets are far away, sleeping in their own dreams. They can only listen and hope.
Would you like to listen more? Follow the shine