Inquiring, I asked my mother’s embrace,
How many stars adorn this cosmic space?
A small boy’s mind pondered, longing to know,
The count of stars that in the heavens glow.
We start with our sun, our guiding light,
A radiant orb, a beacon so bright.
But beyond, stars twinkle, elusive and vast,
How can we tally those, shadows amassed?
Perhaps stars hide behind veils of their kin,
A celestial dance, secrets held within.
And what of black holes, where stars find their end,
Do they belong to the count we extend?
The stars consumed by those voracious voids,
Do they still merit a place to be enjoyed?
Could our universe be a black hole’s embrace,
Expanding its count in infinite space?
If that were the truth, black holes far and wide,
Would multiply our count, ever amplified.
Do we acknowledge these realms beyond our own,
Can we fathom their presence, seeds once sown?
Like apples on branches, nature’s grand art,
From a single seed, they all take their start.
Yet does the seed count as an apple complete,
Or does the tree’s growth offer more, a feat?
Einstein’s rings, bending light’s graceful dance,
Reflecting stars, in cosmic circumstance.
On small scales, realities blend and sway,
Particles unseen, wavering astray.
In this grand cosmos, stars beyond our reach,
And particles that evade us, lessons to teach,
One truth emerges amidst the celestial haze,
My mother’s smile, a beacon of praise.
“There’s only one star,” her words gently land,
“That truly matters, the one where you stand.”