Sleep, sleep the silent night,
The moon up high and the stars so bright,
A frost on the grass in the gathering chill,
The trees half-asleep and the air so still,
And dreams of the day in your darling head,
Snug and warm in your cosy bed –
Soft, soft, your spirit flies,
Leaving this Earth, touching the skies,
Wandering worlds where the day is still young,
And everything’s beautiful under the sun.
June 2011
By Helen Tue Sep 16th 2014 at 5:04 am
This is beautiful