Wonder, awe, intrigue, and thought
Emotions that these stars have wrought
Inspiration, so abound
Moments without slightest sound
There’s despair, we see it blink
It fastens belts on thoughts we think
Grief appears, and as it nears
It darkens more, our blackened ink
When it seeps through, for it will
What worlds will reap what’s wrought by quill
We’ll introduce them to these stars
Saturn, Sun, Orion, Mars
Seven sisters, they’ll acquaint
Telling tales of sins and saints
Worlds will listen, listen true
Stand united, born anew
Forge an iron will with fire
Anvils sound that never tire
Fear turned force reforms a Hill
The first revolt with naught a kill
They’ve no master, not these stars
Not “mine”, not “yours”, they’re simply “ours”
Casting wishes, we, to they
For sparkles that turn dark to day
In light, they write what we have not
Spelling “peace”, with “hope” as font
Skies that serve not one, but all
And stars that stand, they never fall
How the World Should Work 