Dying Star

"Go to sleep," says the moon to the sun

"I can't," says the sun emanating from the sky

"Why not?" asked the constellation of stars 

"I'm dying," says the sun burning the planets 

"Be at peace," says the Rocky Mountains 

"Meet with me," grumbles the blue Earth 

"No," moans the heavenly bodies rotating 

"No," groans the rocks floating above 

"I'm sorry," whispered the sun with the flares

"I'm dying," exhaled the sun's last flames 

"I thought we had more time," says the moon

that started to lose its reflection