MR. SUN AND THE SMILING STARS 

(By Sandra E. McBride)

Old Mr. Sun, his face turns red,
Slips o'er the hill and goes to bed.
Now all the earth is still and dark
As sweetly sings the meadowlark.

When Sun is safely tucked away,
The little stars come out to play,
And one by one their smiles I spy
Like diamonds in the blue-black sky.

"Oh, Mr. Sky," the small stars call,
"Please, may we use your big white ball?"
And so it is that very soon,
The stars play kickball with the moon.

Now as the night turns back to day,
The stars dance down the Milky Way
While soundless laughter twinkles there
And one by one they disappear.

Now yawning, stretching, from the sea
Old Mr.Sun comes back to me,
And brings to me another day
So I can laugh and run and play.

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