Saturday, May 21, 2011

Wake, Little One

Wake, little one,
the day is new.
The sun is shining,
the sky is blue.

The birds are singing
in the trees.
The grass is dancing
in the breeze.

The sun is drying
up the dew.
His face is bright
and yours is too.

My little one
is still in bed.
Wake up, little
sleepy head.

The sun is up,
why aren't you?
Wake, little one,
we've things to do!

Stephen Brooke ©2011

I'm not quite sure what this is but I wrote it anyway.

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