Flower-Bed

The little flowers nod their heads,

And curl up in their flower-beds,

Their petals wrapped around them tight,

To keep them cozy through the night.

As stars begin to light the sky,

A night owl sings a lullaby,

A gentle breeze sets them to sway,

As though to rock their cares away.

As earth grows moist with morning dew,

The flowers, just like me and you,

Are still there sleeping, safe and sound,

Their toes tucked warmly underground.

Then with the rising of the sun,

The flowers open one by one,

They stretch their petals out, and yawn,

Then turn their faces toward the dawn.

Written by Alison Grills (c) 2005

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