As the Sun rubs his sleepy eyes,
and sinks beneath his sheets,
As the Moon, in her twinkling gown
A sleepy world, greets,
As the trees gently sway in the breeze,
and the flowers heave a sleepy sigh,
The Valley rocks the forest to sleep,
And the Wind sings a Lullaby.
As a thoughtful sky peers below,
and sees himself in the Lake’s mirror,
He thinks of the day’s achievement,
He thinks of the day’s horror…
Then solemnly he looks on,
as the birds homeward fly,
as the river carries a sleepy tune,
and the Wind sings a Lullaby….