When the Sun disappears below the horizon
When darkness engulfs our mother
Then dots appear in the night
They blink once, twice, too many times
Twinkling in the sky, pale yet bright
Too many for the eye to count
Some too dim, for the eye to see
They form drawings and patterns
That only an artist can make out

They say that they are like our Sun
Shining in some distant galaxy
Hotter and brighter than our star
They have millions of years of knowledge
They guide us in our lives
And so, I ask you
Will you be my guiding star?