I have the hardest time narrowing down blogs to pass this on to. They are all so wonderful!
I would like to pass this award on to my Mom. I know I need to come up with 14 more! I will have to think!
by Evaleen Stein
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.
For, when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.