The stars blink softly, just like your eyelids when you dream.
Planets sing songs of shiny wonder, While shadows dance with giggles behind the moons.
Carousel comets, weaving through space, Told the cloudy turtles about sunbeam stories.
"Do you hear the whispering winds?" asked the shy asteroid. "They sing lullabies to weary spaceships."
Tales wait to be told. Nebula dreams sparkle.