On the way home

I met a girl called Moon,

She whispered to the sweet stars,

As softly as a cloud, with hair as long as a river.

I met a boy called Night,

With eyes as dark as everlasting coal,

He spoke to the planets as gentile as a puppy.

I met a woman called Star,

With hair glistening,

Like gold in the deep waters,

She spoke to the moon in her light voice.

I met a man called Atom,

As fast as light,

He spoke dust as the air got cold.

I met a granny called Sun,

She was as bright and cheerful as a monkey,

She spoke fluent kindness.