Goodnight To the Day
The soft wind blows through the trees,
Spoken ever so softly to thee.
The leaves are changing colors,
The sun shines not to take cover.
The birds are singing in the bright of day,
Take time to look at Gods creatures at play.
Night is falling,
Mom is calling.
The day is almost done,
Time for home nomore fun.
Time for sleep my child,
Tomorrow is another day to be wild.
Goodnight stars Goodnight moon,
Tomorrow is another day coming soon.
Copyright © Brendalee Keate | Year Posted 2005
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