My spakling stars.

Stars are like memories
They tell the past
Brings hope
Gives dreams Written in are stories
That only the believers can see
They're looked upon
Dreaned amongst
Painted in the background of art
Engraved in your eyes
There beauty
They're there to watch over us
Protect us
They cry on us
There tears being of rain
Replenishing us
Reviving us
Refreshing us
Making us danse soaked
Making us feel the hope
For they love us as dear aws we love them