A constellation grand it seems.
Cygnus, the swan, with wings unfurled,
Graces the night, a majestic world.
Its body arched, a graceful line,
A symbol of beauty, divine.
With stars so bright, they seem to dance,
Enrapturing all in a cosmic trance.
The brightest shines, Deneb, its name,
A lighthouse guiding through the starry frame.
Albireo, double star so fair,
A sight to behold, beyond compare.
Sadr and Gienah, in splendor bright,
Illuminate the celestial night.
Each star a jewel in Cygnus' crown,
A testament to wonder renowned.
Legend says, Cygnus once did fly,
Carrying souls to realms on high.
Its wings outstretched, a noble guide,
Through starry realms, it would glide.
In mythology's tapestry, woven deep,
Cygnus holds its secrets to keep.
A symbol of love, eternal and true,
Unveiling tales both old and new.
So let us gaze upon this celestial grace,
And in Cygnus, find our own embrace.
A reminder of beauty that soars,
As we journey through the starry chores.