The Sleepy Star | Magicbook

Far above the trees so high, like a star up in the sky. Every night it shone so bright, guiding dreams in silver light.

One soft night, a cloud came near, whispering gently, 'Hello, dear. The moon is out, the world is asleep. Shall we drift and take a peep?'

The star yawned wide, its sparkle slow. 'I think it’s time for bed, you know. But first, let’s hum a lullaby tune to say goodnight to the sleepy moon.'

So the star and cloud swayed side to side, over valleys, far and wide. They sang so soft, the night felt warm, safe from any windy storm.

Then the star twinkled with a gleam and floated into a twinkly dream. The cloud curled up, soft as lace, and drifted off in the sky’s embrace.

And if you look up late at night, you might just see that sleepy light — a tiny star who's found his rest, dreaming in the sky’s warm nest.

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