The grass is a carpet of green. The sun sets and the world goes back to sleep. The breeze sings a lullaby to the trees, While the night wraps her shawl of stars, And the moon winks down, Watching over all.
- Carl Sandburg
The grass is a carpet of green. The sun sets and the world goes back to sleep. The breeze sings a lullaby to the trees, While the night wraps her shawl of stars, And the moon winks down, Watching over all.