The gentle stars sail through the river of the milkyway, With no hesitation, with no violence, As huge pressure usually drags them down, And their fiery nature blows them apart, almost flaring occasionally, Granting them not to rest a single moment, But tonight, they allow themselves a moment of joy, Dancing across the cosmic theater, As if their carefree attitude, would carry them across the nightsky Who knows where they are headed ? And so, they wander, ever so.. Easygoing.