Once upon a time, in a meadow aglow,
Lived a small, humble moth named Mo.
While others admired the butterflies’ flight,
Mo dreamed of wings, bold and bright.
Mo’s wings were dusty, plain, and shy,
No match for the colors painting the sky.
“If only,” thought Mo, “I could shimmer and shine,
Perhaps the stars would notice I’m divine.”
Each night, Mo watched the butterflies play,
Dancing through beams of the sun’s golden ray.
But when twilight kissed the earth with its glow,
The butterflies vanished, leaving only Mo.
One starlit night, beneath the crescent moon,
Mo whispered a wish to the evening tune:
“Oh, glowing stars, so far above,
Grant me bright wings to spread joy and love!”
The stars twinkled back, their wisdom deep,
“Dear little moth, you’re unique as you keep.
Your glow, so gentle, can light up the night,
A beauty that shines without need for flight.”
Inspired by the stars’ magical song,
Mo felt, at last, they had belonged all along.
While butterflies soared in the sunlight’s gleam,
Mo’s glow lit paths where dreams could beam.
From that night on, Mo danced in the dark,
Guiding lost creatures like a luminous spark.
Through dewdrop forests and moonlit streams,
Mo’s gentle light nurtured countless dreams.
So remember, dear child, when you’re feeling small,
Your light, though soft, can brighten it all.
Be a Mo, and glow where others cannot,
For beauty and kindness come from the heart.
(Goodnight, and may your dreams glow as brightly as Mo’s!)
