Slowly the dusk fades away, leaving the sky to build-up a sea of a black and twinkling star-lit night.
The stars that light up and make the constellations,
Are people who loved us once, or
Are actually the army of the princess living on the Moon, or
The solar system is of seven brothers who fought a lot and the sun is the father who is a strict one
Like it was told through Grandma's bag of stories.
The astral figures like the shooting star, on which adults study structures and speed
Young minds wish for a brand new bike or a tasty treat.