A Bright Night Filled with Tiny Lights: A Night Spent by an Owl Family

That night was
a very bright night...

Looking up at the sky from within the dim forest
At this hour, which is usually ruled by darkness
In the narrow sky that is normally covered by clouds
The forest is also dyed in black

And yet...

Today
the forest is vaguely bright

A sight I am seeing for the first time
In the sky, there are faint lights
even smaller than grains of rice...

So many
so many tiny sparkles...

A moonless sky

And yet...

A bright sky that wipes away the black of the forest
A bright, cloudless sky...

I ask
“Mom! Why is it so bright today? What are those tiny glowing dots in the sky?”

Mom answers
“Those are stars. They are our great-grandparents and ancestors from long ago watching over us.”

I
“Hmm, I see. Then I have to say thank you.”

I strained my voice until I thought my throat would tear and shouted!!!!!
“Thank you! Thank you for always watching over us! Thank you!! Please! Continue! To! Look! After! Us!!!!!!!!!!”

Startled by my voice, the nocturnal insects
all took flight toward the sky at once!!!

My body and Mom's body are dyed in a pale blue light
Light fills the forest...
Many small, round, and faint lights illuminate the forest brightly

A sight I have never seen before

The sky and the ground are glittering brilliantly...

Each one is a tiny light

A certain light emitted by gathering and overlapping

Soft light that dispels the darkness of the forest

The fantastical scene spreading out before my eyes
A scene so wonderful that the word 'fantastical' sounds cliché
A lovely sight

My eyes sparkle
Mother, too, cannot help but let out a sigh of awe...

A magnificent view...

I think to myself... that even small powers (lights), when gathered together...
Become a great power (light)...

Noctiluca dyeing the forest in bright colors
Stars illuminating the sky clearly

The moment black disappeared from the world...
The truth of the world that I came to know...

We
Flap our wings through the light
Soaring through the night with a new truth in our hearts...

We are
Symbols of wisdom
Humans call us owls