Little shoes left on the sandy stars,
Walking softly in the night sky.
Can you see the footprints?
They whisper secrets to the moon.
It's a game of hide and seek,
Between the sun and the stars.
The winds giggle, echoing dreams,
Carrying tales from far away.
Hold your breath and listen close,
To the faint tunes they sing.
A dance upon the silver clouds,
Where time slows, and magic breathes.
If you follow the path,
You might find the song of the stars.
Or maybe... just maybe, a whispered wish from a shooting star.
Remember, it's not a race,
Just a gentle walk through a dreamy night.