and the stars fell as snow

What would happen if you were in a field on a summer night, and you looked up to see the stars begin to fall? Not crashing down violently, just gently fluttering down as snow; covering the ground, glistening in the moonlight. And all the stars the Creator knows by name are tumbling downward, resting on your eyelashes, glowing softly, coating the ground in a surreal blanket of glimmering lights. Their light dimly illuminates the field, and the air is dotted with tiny, fallen specs of beauty. The slight breeze musters them off the ground, lifting them into the air, slowly sending them into soft whirlwinds that reach toward the heavens. They sleepily float to an empty night sky, sifting among each other as they return to dwell in the place of their beginning.

And the stars returned to the sky's embrace, mustered by a whisper of wind.