A Dreaming Child - Poem by Rachel Nichols
as a golden star blazes a trail across the starry sky
a light breeze is blowing on a warm summer’s night
so many stars are twinkling in a midnight blue sky
and the brightest moon ever is sailing so very high
so many fireflies are twinkling in the woods nearby
alone a watchful owl cries who who on this night
listen closely to hear this owl take off in flight!
in a peaceful room, window curtains are gently stirring
a little boy child sleeps, as the moon is softly glowing
of imagination, so many ribbons are nicely flowing
above the horizon, the full moon sails over pine trees
on the ground nothing is moving, only a gentle breeze
from his mom’s collection of roses, growing so fair
the sweetest fragrance ever is wafting on the air!
on this night, the little child is dreaming in soft moon light
in his perfect world, with a moon smiling from above
in a happy home lives this little boy child, with lots of love
he has everything he ever wish for, even his favorite toy
in this child’s world there is only love, fun, and joy
in the colourful imagination of this dreaming child
we see things of wonder and we are beguiled!
in his dreams, the same language is spoken by everyone
and we see animals have not been caged by anyone
everyone has a job, and everyone goes to an a+ school
everyone shares with everyone, this is the golden rule
and no one needs money, not even a copper penny
he will be the superhero, he will save the whole world
and yes his love, will be only for one special girl!
and when we look inside this sleeping child's dreams
we see he plays after the rain, in warm sunbeams
and there he chases after, some leaping little frogs
together with his new friendly little puppy dogs
his best girlfriend ever, shares her sweet lollipops
she bought from their favourite of all candy shops
he knows life could be no sweeter than this day!
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