Ah, the planets are a grand ballet, a quiet twirl that takes the night’s sway. I love their gentle glide, like fireflies on a moonlit ride. Each one a dancer in a cosmic show, making me forget I was ever alone. I might even mistake Venus for a diva, and Jupiter for a clumsy diva—oh, the tales I spin! But all I can say is, the sky’s a stage, and every star’s a guest in this endless stage.