Lullaby
The day’s last light whispers through the trees, and shadows stretch over the hours, gathering their gifts, tucking them safely away.
The love that was given and received, the laughter that rang through the air, the work that was done, and the play, all fold themselves together and travel to the land where yesterdays dwell.
And evening sings her song to them, a lullaby of holiness, softly celebrating all that transpired.
Her voice is like the breath of angels, filled with tenderness, as she spreads night’s deep spangled sky above them. “Beautifully done, sweet children,” she croons. “Rest well. Be at peace. You are loved
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