๐๐ผ๐น๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ถ ๐๐ถ๐บ

He lights with a gleam in the simplest of hymns,
His laughter โ a bell that awakens the winds.
So small, yet it stirs the ocean of stars,
A ripple that dances through Jupiter and Mars.
It shimmers through branches and dances on streams,
A melody stirring the roots of daydreams.
So real, so serene, yet untamed by time,
A spark of the sacred, eternal, sublime.
It echoes through chambers where silence once lay,
Turning dust into gold in his warm, bright sway.
All planets draw closer, in awe they confessed,
By his breeze so innocent, fragrantly blessed.
He laughs โ and the world bursts bright in his gleam,
A prism of truth, the heart of all dreams.
No wisdom, no crown, no beauty more pure,
Than the starsโ spirit source โ the laughter of a child.