Him

The sun is setting,
the birds are singing sweet good nights.
Children are being put to bed,
by parents who whisper their love.

Sweet lullabies,
for those who dream of him.
For the children saying prayer,
sweet promises of unconditional love.

The sun will rise,
and the birds will sing their morning songs.
The children will wake,
and go about their little games.

In their thoughts he will drift,
whispering and singing.
He will teach them all day long,
until once more the sun will set.