Brooks Beneath the Stars
Brooks so small and calm and bright,
Underneath the stars of night,
Silver beams fall soft and near,
Whisper love into your ear.
Moon above with gentle glow,
Watches Brooks as dreams may grow,
Painted light across the skies,
Holds you safe in lullabies.
Every star a tender spark,
Lighting up the meadow dark,
Brooks drifts on a cloud of light,
Floating through the quiet night.
Written for Brooks
A sample anyone can read. A keepsake poster gets a newly written rhyme.