The Evening Glow

The moon goes up down goes the sun,

Get bitten by mosquitoes or run,

The silhouette of the tree is shown,

The children go home with a moan.

In the day the flowers flow like streams,

The children have such dreams,

The raindrops are made with pearls they know,

Like butterflies form a rainbow.

The flowers are nice,

But beware of the mice,

As they think it is a stream,

This is the end of a child’s dream.