So tired ere I went to sleep,
I slipped into such slumber deep,
I dreamed that I could overhear
Complaints of nature in my ear.
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“I’m sick of shining,” sighed the sun.
“What’s more; my job is never done,
And I’m as lonely as can be
With only clouds for company.”
“You think you’re tired,” moaned the moon.
“I’m so exhausted, I could swoon.
I get no sleep the live-long night
While you are keeping out of sight.”
“We’re drained,” declared a crowd of clouds,
Arrayed in varied colored shrouds.
“We shed our raindrops as we can,
Fill up, and let them go again.”
“How tiresome,” maintained the stars,
“To be viewed through binoculars.
There doesn’t seem to be a chance
That we could have a private dance.”
“And we are weary,” said the waves.
“Of acting like the ocean’s slaves,
Continuously pounding shore.
Such repetition’s quite a bore.”
“We’re likewise worn out,” whined the winds,
“From huffing, puffing without end.
We wouldn’t dare to hold our breath,
For fear we’ll find an early death.”
Deploring how these all complained,
Some flowers put them all to shame,
“We’re drooping now, but we know later
We’ll be refreshed by our Creator.”
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When I awoke, to my surprise,
The sun was smiling in my eyes.
I realized my need for rest
Had dressed the world in weariness.
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