Peaking beneath the draping curtains of heaven,

Are millions of minuscule stars that keep twinkling.

Walking within Earth's surface is string none have seen,

Connecting each and everyone with a strong feeling.

Stars dances in a silent rhythm embraced by darkness,

Giving off small light to slightly vanquish fear.

Bonds and laughter to a pack of people crease,

Strengthening the string that still aren't clear.

To the night the stars dutifully act as guide,

Paving way and giving light for people to go through.

Strong connection group everyone to people they abide,

Calling themselves friend erasing each other's blue.

The extravagant scenery drawn by star,

Calms the mind and soothes heart rage.

Friends shared memories carved beautiful scar,

Imprinting such emotion that decreases age.

Sometimes stars walk towards each other,

Seemingly interacting through blinking.

Friends radiated comfort to one another,

Not letting gloom to each heart start rising.

When the clouds to the sky throw a rally,

The stars are obscured with a faint cry in its back.

When friends connection is stained by sudden fury,

Rationality and comprehension will always crack.

Darkness will surely take the opportunity,

To envelope the world with its black feature.

The strings clutch will waver strongly,

Letting pride reach its highest measure.

The tears of heaven poured down without the stars presence,

It is longing for the small bright light.

With the broken string they will not admit their sins,

Even when a part of their heart does not feel right.

But the stars understand their significance,

So it will try with all its might to shine through the dark.

Eventually, someone must lower its pride and give chance,

For their friendship to bloom and start to spark.

With its bright light the star prevail,

Blinking sweetly in the night,

The string is back in its trail,

Stronger than ever after the fight.