In the middle of the night

“In the middle of the night, when the butterflies dance to the moon's song” ~ Anoucheka Gangabissoon ~ In a tiny cove nestled across from the sea, The children of Neverland venture happily. In the middle of the night as owls take to flight, The moon sings a hushed lullaby soft and light, And butterflies twirl and dance to the song. Fireflies and pixies join in the fun following on. The children of Neverland who will never grow old. The earth is their playground to have and to hold. They are the children whose spirits are free. Taken too early, now they stay young for eternity. Their day is our night, always keeping out of sight. They giggle and rejoice. Their laughter can’t be heard. We mortals, long to hear them, we can’t hear a word. The secret of their playtime is held by the One above, Nurtured, cared for and comforted by His tender Love. The children of Neverland, in our hearts will stay. A parent that’s lost a child should be glad they still play. In a tiny cove nestled across from the sea, The children of Neverland venture happily.