Soundscapes

Oh you precious flower, Sadness can certainly be undone With faith and eyes swelled up with tears, Keep reaching for the sun Although the nights are lonely, And the bed seems an unwanted friend The dawn shares its own tears of dew, Yet the sun is drying each of them A pillow wet with hopelessness, Has no place left for dreams Place this poem inside of it, Then try to get some sleep For I have filled it full of soundscapes, To set your heart at ease With the gentle rhythm of the oceans waves, And peaceful winds blowing through the trees The crackling noise of a glowing fire, A lullaby whispering in your ears, Each one casting its special charm, To minimize your fears Sheep are jumping across the fence, Leaving you their wool, Fill your pillow and dream sweet dreams And never let them go