The ethereal presence of unity

of the stars around their mother.

She calls them all to gather round,

and one shoots across the sky 

just to tease his little brother.

Before she knows it, they're all aloft,

all her children born of old.

They survey the world beneath,

and make fine their astral trail,

choosing silver over gold.

"Come along my darlings, sing with me

and leave off your silly game.

Join the chorus and symphony

of the host of all that's heavenly

singing light upon the plane."

So the little stars sparkle bright,

and the elders fall in place.

For clouds will part

on fairest night

giving window into space.