Once there was a reflection that forgot its own face.
It searched dusty waters, asking fish, friendly frogs, if they had glimmers of past laughter.
"The moon spoke to me; told me secrets about daylight," it whispered to a passing thought.
Little stars shine before dawn breaks; they carry stories of hiding beneath morning dew.
Will you snatch a rainbow when it falls asleep?
Find the hidden treasure... Venture into the murmuring woods...