The Star Who Learned to Sing
High above the clouds, where the sky shimmered like velvet, lived a tiny star named Luma.
She was quieter than the others—too shy to twinkle loudly or dance in shooting-star parades. While the other stars sparkled and sang twinkling tunes across the galaxy, Luma stayed near the Moon, humming softly to herself.
“I wish I could sing like them,” she sighed one night.
The Moon, who had heard every song sung beneath the sky, smiled kindly.
“Maybe you can, little one. But your song won’t sound like theirs—and that’s what makes it special.”
Luma blinked. “But what if my song isn’t good enough?”
The Moon glowed warmly.
“The night sky needs every voice, even the quiet ones.”
That evening, while the world below drifted off to sleep, Luma floated to the edge of the sky and sang the soft tune she always hummed alone.
It was gentle.
It was sweet.
It was hers.
And something magical happened…
The wind paused to listen.
The stars dimmed their shine, letting her melody float free.
Even the sleepy owls on Earth blinked awake, soothed by the lullaby drifting from above.
Her song wasn’t grand.
It didn’t sparkle.
But it wrapped the sky in calm and carried peace into the dreams of every child below.
From then on, every night when the stars prepared to sing, they looked to Luma first. And in her quiet voice, the sky found a brand new sound—soft, steady, and full of heart.
So if you ever hear a gentle hum when the wind brushes your window…
That’s Luma, singing just for you.
Goodnight, little dreamer. And never be afraid to let your song shine. 
