Space could be described in many ways. Tremendous, enticing, amazing. These words could certainly be used, but none were truly worthy of being used in the same sentence as the word 'space'. No tongue of man could properly capture the beauty and essence of space.
Space is far superior to mankind in every which way. Space is intelligent. Space is beautiful. Space is kind. Every aspect of this material plane is so very crucial to the harmony of which space possesses. The bits and pieces intertwine like threads in a sweater. And it's so harmonious.
Every day mother sun cares for me, showering me in precious sunlight, its warmth bringing a metaphorical smile to my face. When she shall retire at the end of each day father moon presents himself to me. He reflects mother's lovely sunlight, bathing me in moonlight. My brothers and sisters watch over me and I know that I too have permanently joined them, forever a star within the confines of time and space.
I am cradled, protected from harm, finally safe among our dear space. He is not only my father. We are all the children of space. Created by the expansion of this universe. We are beckoned forth, urged to crawl back to his loving arms where he shall lull us to sleep every night.
For we are one. We are stars, gone astray, working to find our way home. We are all space.