Reach for the Stars

At the forest’s edge where fireflies gleamed,
A kind hearted badger sat and gently dreamed.
A little hedgehog curled up snugly by his side,
Their thoughts adrift with the questions on their minds.

“Why are we here?” the badger wondered aloud,
His voice low amid the night forest sounds.
“To dig and snuffle, sleep and wake…
Or is there more, for wonder’s sake?”

The hedgehog blinked with twilight eyes,
And watched a comet cross the skies.
“I think,” she said, “we’re made of light
Of moss and stars and ancient night.”

They spoke of souls and silver moons,
Of whispered winds and lonesome runes.
And how, perhaps in dreams or song,
They’d grow their wings where they belong.

“Who says,” said badger, “we can’t just try,
To build a magical leaf-ship for the sky?”
At this hedgehog smiled, with her heart open wide,
For truth is found in dreamers and those who’ve tried.

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