It was a night veiled in gentle mist. A barefooted child was looking at me. I stopped, because I saw the sadness hanging on his face. He was crying, his dreamy eyes filled with sorrow. I gave him my help. The sadness hanging on his face stopped me in my tracks. He said he lost something precious, and when I offered to help, He gave me a big smile. A teardrop fell from the child's dewy eyes, as stars showered from the sky. The world falls into a slumber, trapped in an ecstatic lullaby hello?