Poetry In Motion

I sought for the little, tiny and small.
Hoping upon me fortune may fall.
Up in the trees and the mountains so tall,
then i realized it was a light so dull.

'twinkle, twinkle, little star',
i'm wondering why you're up so far.
With your light that glooms every late hour,
that makes me to feel, the Creator is fairer.

When mama says, 'go to sleep',
through my window, i do stand to peep.
Wishing upon you i may leap.
For even though your light seems so little, it still shines bright into the deep.