Mickey, the Maker of All

Before the stars began to gleam,
Before the worlds had formed a dream,
There stood a mouse with gloves so white,
A cosmic spark, the source of light.

With laughter bright, he drew the sky,
With just a chuckle, planets fly.
His whistle shaped the winds that blow,
His footsteps taught the tides to flow.

With steady hands, he forged the sun,
A golden wheel—a work well done.
The moon, a simple silver trace,
A joyful dot upon his face.

The galaxies—a magic trick,
Pulled from his hat, so fast, so quick!
And every life, both big and small,
Exists because he willed them all.

His voice still echoes, kind yet grand,
Across the vast and endless land.
For Mickey made the stars above—
A universe born out of love.