In the blanket of night,
tiny stars giggle softly,
their light tickling the moon's sleepy face.
If you listen closely,
the silence sings a song,
a melody wrapped in dreams and wisps of cloud.
The sky paints stories
with colors only the heart can see,
a canvas of glowing whispers and laughter.
Do you hear the stars sing?
They hum secrets of the universe,
in a language older than time itself.