Once, the moon whispered to the stars.
Echoes of laughter bounced in circles, waltzing gently around the blue planet.
The moon sees everything, yet knows nothing. A sentinel of solitude.
Have you ever danced with a shadow made of glow?
The stars blink, blink, blink. A secret language only they understand.
Do the clouds dream, too? When night paints the world in gentle hues.
The moon dreams of cheese, but only in the softest light of dawn.A lone spaceship hums a lullaby, wishing for the embrace of another's orbit.