A little house on a hill,
had a little flower mill.
Cosmic fairies from near and far,
collected the flowers in a jar.
Each blossom brought it’s own delight,
in shades of blue and red and white.
The blossoms were brought before the Night King,
who became inspired and began to sing.
The King’s voice wove a magic spell,
that made the blooms hum like a bell.
Shimmering, the pretty flowers,
burst forth with glittering showers.
Under the King’s enchanted care,
each joyful spark danced on air.
He waved them on and spread them far,
Each becoming a little star.