Peyton's Starry Sky
Little Peyton, soft and small,
The evening answers every call,
The moon peeks through the silver night,
And wraps the world in gentle light.
Stars above begin to glow,
They twinkle in a row,
Peyton yawns and starts to rest,
So loved, so warm, so blessed.
The sky is stitched with threads of white,
A lullaby of quiet night,
The stars will watch while you belong,
And hum you this tender song.
Written for Peyton
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