Me: What do you want to say? What's your comment, Grace?
Grace: I don't know.
Sophie: My hair shines like suns. Spooooon.
Me: Ooo-kay. Anyways I like the continuation of the sky/celestial imagery even as the focus shifts from light to dark. The juxtaposition crystallizes in the last "couplet" (pair of lines even though it doesn't rhyme so I can call it that right). Excellente.