Star was a little star, bright and bold, living in the big wide sky.

Every day, she'd watch the sun paint the clouds with hues of pink and gold.

But when the sun went down, and the moon took its bow...

Star would shudder and shake, her light starting to shrink low.

You see, Star had a secret, a teeny tiny fear...

Star, the bright little star, was afraid of the dark!

The dark was big and empty, a giant yawning gap.

"What if something hides there?" she'd think with a clap.

"What if shadows dance and scary creatures creep?"

One night, a shooting star zoomed past, leaving a trail so bright.

"Hey, little twinkler," he called, "why the dim light?"

Star whispered, "I'm scared of the dark, it's big and deep and might bite!"

The shooting star laughed, a sound like twinkling bells.

"The dark isn't scary," he said, "it's just a quiet spell."

"It's the time for fireflies to blink and owls to sing their song."

"It's when the moon tells stories, all night long!"

Star peeked out from behind her cloud, curiosity aglow.

She saw the fireflies dance, and heard the crickets chirp below.

The moon did seem to whisper a tale, soft and slow.

Maybe, Star thought, the dark wasn't so bad after all.

From then on, Star faced the night, no more fear to recall.

She learned that darkness held beauty, a different kind of bright, just like her own special light.