The sleeping sun

The mischevious wink of the sun

hiding behind the clouds

blinds me for a short moment

Then, it begins to fall

Slowly, but surely

The moon is blanketing it with a great eiderdown of darkness

Like a loving mother tucking in her child

At first, the sun resists

Reluctantly splaying out the last sunbeams out at the colourful clouds

But it slowly falls asleep,

Snores becoming the soft breezy zephyr tickling my face

Satisfied, the moon beams at me triumphantly and its smile

Lights up the sky with twinkling stars