Born in the crucible of nebula, a whisper in the darkness.
Made of atoms that once danced in celestial winds,
and always anchored by gravity's gentle tether.
My warmth, life’s boon to planets around,
now wanes—surrendered to an inevitable entropy.
I remember the births beneath my gaze;
worlds spinning like jewels in a cosmic ballet.
Each one harboring secrets and whispers in the night.
Listen! Can you hear? A soft symphony of particles
as they unwind and stretch back into the void.
Estimates of a gazillion blazing tales are told so
gently, joining eternity’s profound silence.
As sight dims and heat retreats,
my final performance is a promise stowed
in the heart of every star waiting their turn to shine.
"Find your light, even as, I fade.
Become your solar saga."