The Whispering Creaks

Walk softly, the stars are sleeping.
The moon creaks like an old door,
and the sky tells secrets to the comets
when their tails flick like long whispers.

Listen closely, do you hear?
Little voices in the vacuum's hug,
giggling galaxies behind the clouds.
Daring planets hum lullabies to asteroids,
their songs like dreams in a child's jar.

Journey further with baby nebulae,
come see their rainbow tea parties.
Would you take a piece of shining sunbread,
to share with the winking stars?
Join the party

Is this universe ours to hold?
An infinite playground of I-spy,
floating treasure chests of light.
Rediscover Mystery