Once upon a bubble, high in the sky,
A little star heard a whisper, oh so shy.
"We are like the sea, carrying secrets," the moon said,
"Echoes in a seashell, stories that are spread."
Stars twinkled like winks, bright and round.
Planets danced in circles, spinning without a sound.
The universe hummed a gentle, sleepy tune,
Under the watch of a sleepy, silver moon.