She danced quietly in the night,
and the fireflies gathered around her,
as a smile warmed her face.
She let her hair flow wildly,
her shining white hair.
She was a child of the night,
and the moon was her mother.
The night embraced her always,
as she danced through the forest like a ghost,
silent and delicate across the ground.
She was most comfortable at night,
when she could dance for her mother,
and her mother watched silently,
praising her daughter with stars.
Every few weeks,
her mother would disappear and take the stars,
the child wept until they returned.
Her mother moon would return in small slivers,
and the beautiful child would smile.
With her tears dried,
the beautiful child would dance again.