And when the little love of my life Looks me in the eyes and asks me, "Mommy, what are the stars?" I'll look into vastness above, Squeeze their hand and say, "My dear, I wouldn't worry about the stars too much. One day you will fall in love with one, And with every bright star, It will swell with light and be reborn. Sometimes, my little one, their rebirth will not include you. You may wish on those bright stars, But do not expect your wish to shine with them."
Fall in love with the night sky but do not count on it being there forever