As the sun peaks through the moonlight skies, new possibilities arise within
the young child’s eyes.
Gleeful thoughts of cuddly creatures, untold stories yet to be heard.
Never ending imagination
endless adventures and laughter, carefree.
Time dissipates while the sun bows down towards the moon.
The young child’s eyes flicker with sleep towards the window.
Sleep well my friends, until we meet again.
ThewannabepoetElisabeth 