High above the silent trees,
Dancing softly with the breeze,
Lives a little silver star
Shining bright from worlds afar.
Though the night is deep and wide,
Still it glows with gentle pride,
Whispering to hearts below,
“Never fear the darkened glow.”
Even when the clouds appear,
And the moonlight is unclear,
Tiny lights still find a way
To guide the dreams that drift astray.
So whenever hope feels far,
Look above — there is a star.
High above the silent trees, Dancing softly with the breeze, Lives a little silver star Shining bright from worlds afar. Though the night is deep and wide, Still it glows with gentle pride, Whispering