There once was a girl named Kareen,

her home and family serene,

Then one day in April

The night stood quite still

And a star fell and shook her feet.

Her parents went out to the fog

To search for the lights in the bog

But to her dismay,

There they remained,

And another would come in their stead

She hid under her bed for days

And soon time became a haze

Then one day she knew

And the shape would too

As she would shape it to match her face

-Taja Emmaus