A Little Girl’s Thoughts

Alice van Leer Carrick

Why does the wind lie down at night

When all the sky is red,

Why does the moon begin to shine

When I am put to bed,

And all the little stars come out

And twinkle overhead?

I see the sun shine all day,

I gather daisies in my play,

But oh, I truly wish that I

Could see the stars bloom in the sky!

I’d love to see the moon shine down,

And silver all the roofs in town,

But always off to sleep I go

Just as the sun is getting low.