My son was placed high at the top of the Star in the tree. The days were unusually free. Stars beneath the Clouds disappeared into a rainbow, circling around the blue, half-full Moon.
Janneke looked at his mom and asked:
“May I fly to the Moon?” But before he got an answer, he was already soaring upward,
his voice echoing: “Janneke, Janneke Moon!
Why is there only one Moon in this entire existence? Let me go, I want to fly, I want to fly to the white looking balloon. To stand on my head like a spinning cat, to drink milk on planets and eat like a little bear. Between the paths of land, where the animals dance joyfully, each day becomes a celebration filled with delightful moments as I write my name in the Yellow sand.
But suddenly, he heard a voice, deep and warm, a voice from the chimes of the Bim
Bam Bom: “Tick Tack Tock, I am the Wish Clock! Wish for whatever you want, with
glitter and joy, and listen closely, for I sing to you.”
And it sang:
“Sim-Sa-La-Bim, I am the magic of your dreams! Make a wish, let it welcome your fears. I let dewdrops fall in the morning light, and Rainbows shine over Starry tales bright.”
Janneke looked at the clock and whispered
his wish. The clock laughed and said: “Your wish travels on the wind, to the nightingale
that sings of splendor and grace. You are a story, a new beginning. Let your dreams blossom in the triumph space.”
So Janneke leapt to the stars, and returned with a smile, a star in his eyes and a heart
so soft, gentle and fine.
He looked up at the blue moon and knew:
My wish will come true.