With the company of stars I sit night after night, Sometimes round, sometimes new, And reflect the day's light.

Born grey, but pink when you cook me. I'm kinda like a bug from the deep sea. Still, you eat me with glee. A small, scurrying water delicacy.

A lion, a puppy, a castle in the sky. I can be anything, serenely floating by. White, grey, sometimes painted pink. What am I, do you think?

Full of trees, quiet and green, A place where deer and birds are seen.

You cannot fathom how large I truly am. Still there are billions of me. How unfathomable is that?