7 July 2012
I climb up to my tree-top canopy,
Open the leaves, reveal the stars to me,
The wolf pack howls in the dusk,
As the wind carries discarded fairy-dust,
The moonlight tickles my features,
Reaching out to all the forest creatures,
I call down the stars from the sky,
They twinkle and fall in reply,
Catching each one in my hands,
I whisper their nightly commands,
Shine on, burn brightly up high,
Watch over the earth as my spies,
Grant only the wishes that are true,
Take advantage if your high view,
To look down upon the beasts below,
As a heavenly, glittering show.
Star Catcher • Opuss № I