Traces of stars shimmer in the darkness of space, Weaving an infinite poem across the night sky.

Orion the Hunter draws his bow tight, While Cassiopeia gleams upon her celestial throne.

Polaris guides us to the North, And the Southern Cross whispers of dreams.

The Milky Way becomes a river of silver, Whispering the secrets of the cosmos.

And like constellations, our souls too, Continue to shine in the darkness.

Dreams and hopes guide us, As the poetry of constellations tells.

The celestial song of the galaxy sings of mysteries, And our souls harmonize with its melody.

The stories told by the poetry of constellations, Are an eternal dialogue between the cosmos and our souls.

Within the constellations, we find, The eternal radiance we seek.

In the moment when the galaxy and our souls converge, We become a part of the universe.

As the poetry of constellations tells, We live within boundless possibilities.

The voice of the galaxy and the soul in harmony, The poetry of constellations continues to speak.

The miracles of the cosmos and the human soul, Forever weave a poem; it is our story.

The poetry of constellations, the song of the galaxy, We are eternally a part of it.