There was once a tiny star sitting on a branch
It didn't mind, it felt snug and warm
Somewhere, a question arose:
"Why not be a sun?" it asked itself softly
The answer, a gentle hum of nothing
Stars listened patiently, no rush, no fuss
Continue the Whisper
In the corner of the galaxy, a pebble sat
It dreamt dreams of things it would never know
"Should I move?" it mused, and many moons agreed
Or perhaps, said the silence, just gently sway
Pebbles understand the wisdom of stillness
Seek Further Stillness