noon has called the profix 'after'
evening waits to be called
night still sleeps

when the night wakes up
stars make a bed for the sun
the moon sings a lullaby

little kids listen to the moon
and smile in their sleep
the sleeping sun illuminates their dreams

it's afternoon now
evening hasn't come yet
night still waits

little kids don't sleep
the smiling sun doesn't either
it illuminates poets' heart
poems wake up!