• As the yellows, Reds, and blues paint their colors over the horizon
    The animals of the day find a place to sleep
    And the creatures of the night Awake.

    The wind softly blows through the trees,
    Singing to the last of the sunlight
    as it dips down to rest.

    Out of the sky appears the moon
    smiling down upon the shadowed world.
    He invites all his friends to come and see whats waiting for them.
    One by one the skittish stars come out to play