It’s time for the rest to head to bed
When bed is claimed by sun,
As moon and stars are nightly wed
And work and play are done.

Crumple up day’s hip hip hooray,
Toss off your clothes and cares,
Today has gone its now worn way,
Sandman’s coming with his wares.

Dig into a bed you’ve made your own
With downy joy and love,
You’ve conquered the world’s kindest throne,
Your pillow crown awaits above.

With covers of your summer hope –
Hope may be where sun sleeps,
Because of its enormous scope
And the endless heat it keeps.

Give joy, love, hope as you dream
So there’s more when you awake,
Then sun and you will proudly gleam,
But for now yourself unmake.

Illustration by DALL-E.