A stormy, rainy lullaby for children who love natural drama.
The sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, And this is the song the storm-king sings, As over the world his cloak he flings: “Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;” He rustles his wings and gruffly sings: “Sleep, little one, sleep.” On yonder mountain-side a vine Clings at the foot of a mother pine; The tree bends over the trembling thing, And only the vine can hear her sing: “Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; What shall you fear when I am here? Sleep, little one, sleep.” The king may sing in his bitter flight, The tree may croon to the vine to-night, But the little snowflake at my breast Likes the song I sing the best,– Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; Weary you are, a-next my heart Sleep, little one, sleep.
Header illustration by Prawny at Pixabay, with thanks.
Bedtime, Independent Thinking
1. What do you think can be comforting about a storm? Think about some of the ways a rainy, stormy day could send you to sleep…