In a tiny town where the tall grass swayed, stood a small boy named Ben, dreaming of space.

One night, under the glow of the moon, he whispered, 'I wish I could visit the stars soon.'

A star heard his wish and twinkled bright. It sent down a ladder made of silvery light.

Ben climbed up high, past the clouds and the moon, until a tiny house in the stars came into view.

The house was cozy, with walls that glowed, and windows that looked upon the Earth below.

Inside, he met a girl with hair like the night. Her name was Luna, and her eyes shone bright.

Luna shared her toys that floated in the air. Together they played with giggles to spare.

She showed him books with tales of galaxies far, and they read stories of adventurous stars.

They nibbled on moon-cheese and sipped comet tea, chatting about the universe, so vast and so free.

As night turned to dawn, Ben knew he must leave, so he hugged his new friend, trying not to grieve.

With a smile, Luna said, 'You'll always have a place, here in this house in the expansive space.'

Ben climbed back down, holding memories dear, of a house in the stars, he'd always be near.