In a cozy nook beside a brook, a tiny mouse named Milo lay. Dreaming big, under the fig, to the stars he’d find his way.

With a hat made of leaf, and a brave heart beneath, Milo packed a cheese delight. ‘To the moon!’ he’d squeak, with a squeaky peek, in the soft and early night.

Through the whispering wheat, on his tiny mouse feet, he met owl who hooted low. 'Can you fly me high, through the starlit sky, where the quiet moon rivers flow?'

The wise owl agreed, for a small snack fee, and they soared into the blue. Through the winking stars, past the red planet Mars, to where dreams and wishes grew.

On the moon they danced, in light quite entranced, then Milo sang a tune. ‘With my tiny paws, I’ll touch the stars, and be back before it's noon!’

As dawn kissed the sky, they said goodbye, and Milo rode a comet's tail. Through the morning glow, to the world below, with a happy, hearty hail.

The tiny mouse with dreams so huge, who traveled far and wide, curled up to rest, feeling truly blessed, with the starlight as his guide.