It’s sleepy time for you and the rest,
Sweet dreams of stony mountain’s crest,
And daytime’s journey up the rocky side,
‘Til the twilight falls and the prairies hide.
The sun is a yellow sphere up high,
Suspended higher than an elephant’s eye.
It enters your dreams as the high winds sway.
It dances and sweeps the dusty clouds away.
While you sleep the flowers come to life
On frosty knolls trailing nightly strife,
When spring-time chants a rousing tune
And the sun moves inside nature’s room.
You miss all of Mother Earth’s hidden secrets,
Of how she looks and how she works.
See what you missed, you sleepy head?