The Spring Flowers At Bedtime - Poem by Gayle Sweeney
On spring green stems
Soft, flaming red, sleepy petals,
Closed up for a silent night,
Looked like hands in prayer.
Although twilight was about gone
Just before the dark
The wonder of sunshiny flowers was spared.
Another clear, glorious day,
Filled with blooming blossoms,
Was ready then for a deep, peaceful sleep.
Somehow when daybreak arrives
The petals awake and open
For a pure, vigilant watch to keep.
As the sun's last light down low
Dropped and disappeared
A bird sang a lullaby made for the heavens.
All tucked in their bed
And promising buds once again,
The dreamy flowers couldn't wait to turn in!
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