Oh child of wonder

who stares at the night sky

with barely hidden awe

at the vastness of it all

Oh child of innocence

who talks to the moon

each night so eagerly

star bound soon they’ll be

Oh child of dreams

of futile hopes and beliefs

who lives inside

a made up fantasy

Oh child of fantasy

behold the magic within

the twinkling stars

while still young

Oh dearly beloved

the sky full of stars

seems dead and cold

now that you have grown