It is the blown tails of ribbons red fluttering, waving “hi”.
Warmth that came after the fast amusing spin just by standing by.

Something that delights the eye.
Somewhere a haven nearby.

Nowhere the demons lurk, sweet sunshine.
Not here nor in the dream waves of slumber.
Never inside such shadows dine, sweet sunshine.
If mirth the sincerest thing that carries on thither.

How everything that bounces and hops
stir the tiniest spark into shrieks of laughter.
How in the darkest of dark
tiny little feet taking it’s first grip
on the way through giant stalks
into magical kingdom of cabinets and drawers.

I will tell you a story, of every wounds that shall eventually heal.
It is whispered by the rain and the rainbow that follows after.
I will tell you a story, of the scar who never finds luck letting itself in.
As long as I am within and will always be around.

Now sleep has called for you to join her song,
Be rest assured in her care where night belongs,
Rest now, my dear,
sweet dreams, goodnight.

When Morning and Morrow shall comes to view
I promise you
All shall be well and new.