A man was sitting on a bench in an empty park. He scratched his head furiously, trying to gain inspiration so he would finally be able to complete his poem. As he was still in deep thought, a woman walked idly by in a slow pace, muttering to herself absentmindedly.
"Isn't it like a pretty diamond, Miss Edith?" She said.
The man's head shot as he caught her words. "Diamond?" he repeated.
The woman didn't look at him as she kept staring at the sky. "It's all sparkly sparkly. Ah, it twinkled!" she said, whether to him or herself, he didn't know. She hugged the doll she held tighter around her and danced to nothing, not unlike a crazy person. Suddenly she stopped and said, "The music's gone now; mummy and daddy are calling."
With that she walked away to the direction from which she came, leaving the man in her wake. He looked at her retreating back before coming back to his small piece of paper. "Diamond..." he whispered as he wrote down the last unfinished line.
Looking at his completed work, he smiled. A sense of great accomplishment washed through him and he took a big breath of air. Before returning home, he moved his pencil to the top of the paper and wrote down the title:
"Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."
End