Night Poem

As dawn turns to dusk, and daylight starts to fade,

children are put to rest as the moon and stars invade.
Nothing is to be heard as all is quiet,
and the moonlight is safe as the owls guard by it.
As the wind rolls by, there comes a rush of cold air,
but tucked up in bed, the children dont care.
Soon will be the next day as yesterday is now the past,
It all goes very quickly, so try not to grow up too fast.
Miss A. Cuva