Soon after mother universe showed up with a bang,
the lightest elements you've never seen,
shot for ancestor stars and ended up making them,
so they'd create oxygen to keep dreams alive,
before supernova decaying down into us,
talented breakaway comets, and steady-hand stars.
A pursuit dasher releasing stardust whips its mane,
solo streaking skies with go-getter speed,
a comet's plan splintered still fills stadiums,
no way will these fireball spirits keep on ice,
any dos or don'ts just get chewed up
and downed with sense of self-standards.
Moons gather star light reflecting each glint's display,
dwarf to brightest balancing talent energy,
so trail blazers can sift for gold in their radius,
lone tails harnessed to star's gravity device,
learn to show love when comets view such,
spaced outer kids hip to helping hand hearts.
Breakthrough rather than away kickstarts change,
me mindsets shift to we march to a better beat,
safer planets soar when two heads over one's cranium,
no space collisions from wild debris that flies,
now super forms of comet-stars distribute us,
and all around win-win through united head starts.