And the moon smiled down upon the sleeping child
And the stars shined down upon her their light
The angels sang a song of blessings
And mother nature swept over her a warm breeze that ruffled her hair as if a mother’s hand were there
“Goodnight,” The universe whispered.
“Goodnight,” The little girl replied.
The little girl slowly closed her eyes,
hummed the song with the angles,
smiled with the moon,
and closing her eyes,
winked into a deep sleep with the stars watching over her