"Every night before I go to bed.
Visions or poetry dance through my head.

Time for my date with Mr. Moon is nigh.
Poems gather with starry cluster in the night sky.

Twinkle tinkle, sparkle glitter,
Like dashing stars they seem to flitter.

Each poem glowing like stars we see,
Offering God's free poetry.

Filled with God's love, He gave to light them.
They surround the moon...God gave to recite them.

Just outside your window pane.
Here comes the night light train.

Hear it's whistle...see it glisten.
STOP RELAX LOOK LISTEN."