Even the sun grows weary,
when she shines for far too long,
so she pulls the clouds over her tired rays,
and releases a tremendous yawn.
The wind sings her a lullaby
as he rustles through the leaves,
of a tree who becomes so drowsy,
that she too decides to sleep.
She offers a blanket of foliage
to the earth who claims she’s cold,
then slumbers through the silence
of the freshly fallen snow.
When the sun wakes in the springtime,
spreading warmth to all her friends,
they give her gifts of greenery
for having allowed them all to rest.
-Paige E
Letters From Paige E 