Fate is shaped by the stars…and your parents have never let you forget how the skies greeted you for your birth. There's a bit of verse for children like you:
In the brush, an orchid rising
In the sands, a quenching flow
In the stars, a light surprising
Faint and fateful, fortune's glow
A pair of impoverished parents praise the heights
For marking their child's birth with lucky lights
Onward