hear the dandlieons cry; a wonders delight

the soft shades of pink mushed together with orange paint the sky
as nightfall's whisperers come dancing to our presences
kissing each dreaming child on there soft little cheecks
and floating away, up and above, to the dandelions creek
thousands and thousands,
everywhere
the sounds of dandelions
ring in their ears
each whisper slowly glides to the meadow
singing soft tunes to quiet the night
spreading mystical lullaby's
each a wonders delight
and so as the sky paints dark violet
the children dream
and the dandelions sleep
for not one tear nor shout appears
nor a cry heard
the little whisperers of the nightfall slowly fade with all ts majestic
and soon the night paints black
as all presence of good, and evil disappears
but only the faint songs
of the whisperers is heard
every so night
when all is curious with wonders delight
and slumber paints the sky pink and orange
sending the dancing whisperers
down and with might
spreading love, and peaceful dreams to each sleeping cheek
as each dream
slowly floats up and above
through the colorless clouds
and up to paradise
where all can live
sleep
and dream
a wonders delight