Once there was a little star,
who whispered secrets to the moon.
"Can you hear the quasar's song?"
the moon hummed softly.
The quasar danced in colors bright,
painting dreams on the silent night.
In the garden of the sky,
where comets like butterflies fly,
children of stars play hide and seek,
in cosmic tales they quietly speak.
Twinkle waits,
Nebula beams.
If you listen closely,
you might find,
the murmur of the quasar
dancing in your mind.
A melody of light,
a song of night.