Wish from Abyss
Every night I become an abyss of darkness, except for a few points of light that some beings call Stars. I hear them wish upon these reflections from the edge of my shores. They all came from water, so we are one in the same, the Creators variotion, artistically proclaimed. Therefore I endeavored to try this plead toward the sky, and to my surprise it works everytime. I become a pastel masterpiece, every morning when I reflect they're favorite stars rise.