The Sky Fallen Glow
A drop of light fell from the sky
and landed in a puddle,
its ripple no larger than an eye.
How did within this puddle,
the drop come to lie?
T’was a mere result
of the sun’s mournful cry;
for the moon, her friend,
left her alone up high.
That’s how the drop fell,
that is why.
Then came a young girl
with hair that smelt of fire
who brought a small cup
and marched without tire.
With a fell swoop, she plucked the drop
And lifted the light higher.
“You are the brightest shine, by far,”
Said the girl, with her eyes to the sky.
“Welcome home, my favourite star.”