The flowers in my garden
have such sleepy, sleepy eyes.
Baby birds have grown feathers
and they are learning to fly,,,,
so high up in the sky.
Little fawns have lost their spots.
The spots are somewhere on the ground,,,
I don't know where.
The sky is painted
of pink puffy clouds
and sometimes I smell rain.
Yesterday a cool breeze tickled my ears,,,
I turned and looked
but the breeze was gone.
Today I saw a golden leaf
float gently in the wind,,,
and swirled ,
it touched the ground.
I saw the stars
twinkle in the night sky.
I saw the man in the moon,,,,
he winked at me.
I don't know how to say goodbye.
All the flowers will hang their heads
but they will snuggle close together.
I will be right there to tuck them into the earth
with their sleepy sleepy eyes.
I will see them again next year.
and sometimes I paint words.
These little books were sent to me by Melissa and Emmitt, Life is art ... Art is Life
I plant my little seeds of thought on these pages,,,,,
I paint my dreams.
When the time is right,,,
the gentle winds will touch these pages
and these seeds that I planted, will float
across the big, big blue sky
these seeds will bloom.
Nitey nite my friends, and nitey nite my sleepy flowers.