Staring Out The Window

Behind the lighted side
Of the one feet high window
A bright moon that pulls the tides,
Stars shaped like a doe.

Soft breeze swept through the field
Bending daisies and grasses high.
It even gives you a nice shield
When the sun is up in the sky

Time comes when clouds move to gather
With the moon and stars together.
They sing their sweetest lullaby
Over children, to close their eyes