On a wew,
Under the stars,
Below a moon, 

There sat a blue character,
Wind was twisting,
Along came a yellow character,
Sand was shifting,

Eyes locked for a thousand seconds and an accepting nod was shared. Yellow brang with him fire and blue shared his dreams with him to pass the time.

There sat a blue and yellow character,
The morning grass was damp,
Along came an orange character,
The leaves rustled peacefully,

Hands were exchanged and eyes locked, they smiled. A seat offered and accepted, orange told stories from a book of valiant tales full of ambition. Nobody interrupted while the fire licked upward reaching for the sky.

There sat a blue, yellow, and orange character,
Shingles gently clanked,
Along came a green character,
Wood polish settled,

The orange smelled coco, marshmallows topping off delight. A cheer and she was beckoned in to the circle without ado, nobody minded that orange had nothing to share. Her presence was simply accepted. 

A golden flame now chirped and a mighty universe reverberated back. Thou art worthy and descended, I will grant your innermost desire.

In a distant future at only one point in time there is a lovely city with a lovely lighthouse, it's fire golden and right. 

It lights up the dark side of the moon and shines out picking out those who would look to a moon under the stars and wonder.