Stellar Snippets: Laughter from the Cosmos

In the flicker of leaves, a nebula chuckles.
Stars disguised as acorns spin the tales of the unwritten forest.
Cosmic wind whispers, "Why did the comet attend therapy?"
Trunk answers: "To find its roots."

Among sprouting branches, a riddle grows:
"Once a seed, now a galaxy, who am I?"
The answer: pestering photons scatter its identity like autumn leaves.
Bark responds, "Look at the sky, it's a labyrinth of time."

The oak saw light-years pass by, silent in its wisdom.
"What does a tree say when it upgrades its firmware?"
Laughter echoes in the sap, "I leaf the past behind!"