Once upon a sparkle, in a sky of twinkly candy, stars whispered softly.
"Can you hear us?" they asked, "
for we sing of galaxies far and away, where planets dance and milk rivers play."
Someone said a star can guess your secret dreams. They see your wishes swimming in your eyes,
lost they are, in nebula rainbows. You won't believe them until the moon sings:
"Up there, where the clouds hug the sky.... there are whispers of children."
"About pioneers of stardust and fairy toasts, we tell tales of lost echoes, of dusk echoes,
old and forever young, flying briskly on light beams."
Learn of your sky dreams. Follow the bright path to sweet bubbles of suns:
take their hands, ask about owls and star kings, hear of the Katydid prophecy.