The Evening Glow
The Evening Glow
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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.