The sun soaked mist

sings of a soft lullaby,

Bringing whispered ripples of peace

To my heavy heart.

As dusk covers the Earth,

Heavy fingers hold close a

Warm, tattered blanket of healing colors.

So I can tuck you in.

And when the moon rises,

The stars will sprinkle stardust

down upon your precious fighting spirit.

Magically mending my little one.

Words and Image by Magical Normal Life