Columbine

You were walking peacefully along a path beside a lagoon. You were a newspaper delivery boy. You loved to gaze at the moon at night, even though it was sometimes visible during the day or in the evening, and this time was no exception. As dusk fell and you were delivering your last newspaper, you saw a girl in a white dress with six dove-like wings. She was dancing and singing a beautiful melody about the river, and you were captivated by her beauty. You approached her and spoke to her, unaware that she was the personification of the moon.