Writers 
Oh Star,
In the velvet cloak of night, they gleam,
Tiny gems in a vast, celestial dream.
Each star a story, a wish set free,
A sprinkle of magic for you and me.
Oh, look up high, where the heavens unfold,
A tapestry woven with silver and gold.
They twinkle like laughter, they shimmer like tears,
Carrying secrets from countless years.
Some dance in clusters, a vibrant parade,
While others stand lonely, in silence displayed.
They’ve witnessed our joys, our heartaches, our fears,
Guardians of hope through the passage of years.
When the world feels heavy, and shadows creep near,
Just gaze at the night sky, let your heart steer.
For each flicker of light is a friend from afar,
A reminder of dreams, as bright as they are.
The North Star, a beacon, steadfast and bright,
Guides weary travelers through the long night.
While shooting stars whisper, “Make a quick wish!”
They carry our dreams on a luminous swish.
So, let’s gather our thoughts, like fireflies in jars,
And spill them beneath the enchanting stars.
We'll share our secrets, our hopes, and our fears,
And paint constellations with laughter and cheers.
With every blink, they call to our hearts,
Inviting us softly to play our own parts.
In the grand play of life, we’re but stardust and song,
Connected by love, where we all belong.
So when the night falls and the sky wears its crown,
Remember the stars, let your worries drown.
For in their soft glow, we find peace and light,
A universe whispering, “Everything’s right.”
