I turn my eyes,
As the sky turns jet black.
The little things we see.
The stars coming out.
The birds settling in,
That dear old, sweet blue jay,
Singing her song to me.
Stardust gently falling from the sky,
Stardust to remember me by.
The moon shinning high above,
Making this a time I'll always love.
With the fireflies dancing like stars,
Floating around in the air.
Landing on flower petals,
Making them flow softly.
A breeze making waves,
In the long grass around me.
Tickling my ankles,
Soft on my bare feet.
Dancing on tip-toes,
Turning,
With hands toward the sky.
Night time is my time,
And then comes the day.