It was a night veiled in gentle mist.
A barefooted child was looking at me.
I stopped, because I saw the sadness hanging on his face.
He was crying, his dreamy eyes filled with sorrow.
I gave him my help.
The sadness hanging on his face stopped me in my tracks. He said he lost something precious, and when I offered to help, He gave me a big smile.
A teardrop fell from the child's dewy eyes, as stars showered from the sky.
The world falls into a slumber, trapped in an ecstatic lullaby.
That night the galaxy descended with bare feet.