Gather the crumbs of forgotten stars… The Court is in session. Tail to the sky. Eyes on forever. Under the branches where galaxies bend, Tiny paws writing the laws of the end, Jury of comets, a judge made of bark, Trading old sunlight for pieces of dark. They chatter in riddles, they leap through the thread, Every lost dream is a nut to be fed, History spinning on spiral-made wheels, Truth hidden deep where the heartbeat feels. Who stole the future? Who buried the flame? Who turned wild wonder into a game? The squirrels just laugh as they call your name… 🐿️ Cosmic Squirrel Court in the sky tonight, Tail full of thunder and eyes full of light, Running the branches of space and time, Stealing your gravity, making it rhyme. Raise your hands if you’ve ever felt small, In the tiniest paws lives the law of it all, Spin, little spirit, don’t fear the fall, The Cosmic Squirrel Court is calling us all. One wears a crown made of meteor dust, One keeps a ledger of love and of trust, One just dances with chaos and grace, Leaving constellations all over your face. They debate in a language of clicks and sighs, Throwing stardust into mortal eyes, Every acorn a universe curled, Every jump remakes the world. You thought you were lost, You thought you were late, But the Court says time is a flexible state, And destiny waits at the edge of a gate… 🐿️ Cosmic Squirrel Court in the sky tonight, Tail full of thunder and eyes full of light, Running the branches of space and time, Stealing your gravity, making it rhyme. Raise your hands if you’ve ever felt small, In the tiniest paws lives the law of it all, Spin, little spirit, don’t fear the fall, The Cosmic Squirrel Court is calling us all. Judge of the acorn, keeper of flame, Nothing is random, nothing’s the same. You are the witness, the seed and the spark, Laughing at silence inside of the dark. Tail flicks once and the timeline bends… Every beginning pretends to be end. Court rise — all rise — the gavel's a supernova, I told you once that it's over but it's never over, Every timeline I fold it, every branch that I hold it, Every secret the oak kept I already stole it, I'm the glitch in your physics, I'm the itch in your logic, Burying futures in places that don't even exist yet — watch it, Tail like a antenna pulling signals from the static, Paws on the fabric, ripping seams like an addict, You built your little boxes, called 'em reason, called 'em rules, I chewed through every one of 'em and left you with the tools, See the Court don't need a jury when the verdict's in the bark, Every ring inside the trunk is a year somebody sparked, And I kept the receipts, I kept the heat in the cold, I kept the beat when they told me that the story's been told, Nah — I'm rewriting endings with my teeth on the thread, Every acorn is a universe you thought was dead, But it's breathing, it's feeding, it's bleeding through the cracks, Forty-six thousand worlds in my cheek and that's facts, I don't pause I don't stop I don't clock what you measure, Time's a flexible state and I'm bending it for pleasure, So the smallest paw prints leave the deepest kind of marks, And the cosmos runs on laughter in the spaces between sparks, Rise — uncoil — the spiral don't wait, The Cosmic Squirrel Court just shattered the gate. Case dismissed. Go play. The cosmos is watching… and laughing.
