Once upon a night so deep,
Little stars began to peep.
🌌 They whispered words in gentle rays,
Oh how they danced in silvery ways.
A star said softly, "When I fade,"
"I hide in shadows, unafraid."
Ancient Moons know well,
Secrets that in silence dwell.
"Stars don’t die, they just grow old,"
"Their tales are songs that time has told."
A wink, a blink, a cosmic joke,
In stardust dreams, the truth awoke.
Texts of Trees