My Wil-O-Wisp

It's national poetry month and I've finally written a poem. I don't know where it came from. It just... came. This poem is for all children who have left their parents early.

Whisper
and listen,
my little wil-o-wisp.
Can you hear
the tree frogs?
The night birds?
They're singing for you.
They sing
to welcome you
into their realm.

Gaze
at the stars.
See?
They wear their best
for you.
Will you dance?
Will you dance with them?

Go my child.
Dance among the stars
to the night music.
I will follow
in my time.

One day.
One day I will follow.
Till then
dance,
dance among the stars.