Sunshine at Bedtime
Streets full of blossom,
Like pink and white snow,
Beds full of tulips,
Tucked up in a row.
Trees full of "candles"
Alight in the park,
Sunshine at bedtime,
Why isn't it dark?
Yet high in the sky
I saw the moon,
Pale as a ghost
In the afternoon.
--Shirley Hughes
Out and About
And now, lets just look again at how little girl and blossoms are. Because they deserve a second look.
May your weekend be bright, beautiful, and magical!
A beautiful poem. Reminds me of reading this to my children. I can't walk by a horse chestnut tree in spring without thinking of this poem and those precious moments
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