The entire sky is painted gray
Day has not yet come out to play
The sun still fast asleep in bed
Has not yet shown his sleepy head
With head tucked snuggly neath their wing
Birds have not yet begun to sing
The playful breeze is resting still
And every space does silence fill
Cares of the day and pressing matters
Sleeping still, pause their ceaseless chatter
Tis than it seems that God can speak
When all the world is fast asleep
by Yvonne Golden
5/7/21