On tiptoe, on tiptoe,
I reach for the stars,
Each stretch and each sway,
Brings me closer, by far.

When fear comes knocking,
And I feel small and slight,
I rise on my toes,
Ready to face the night.

When treasures are hidden,
On shelves way up high,
I stand on tiptoe,
To reach for the sky.

On tiptoe, on tiptoe,
I'll never be small,
For with each reaching stretch,
I'm towering over it all..

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Chronos, in the year 949 AF.