Nighty-night, little sunshine, the moon’s on its shift.

Tomorrow, with you, the sun will rise from within.

You’ll need not one thing on the trip to your dream.

Let stars and far comets guard your peace and goodwill.

Lay your head on the pillow, dive into warm clouds;

You’ll meet future passions and shake hands with lust.

And if cunning fears find way into your land,

Remember, you reign the world in your head.

Hurry up, little one, your train’s ready to touch;

You don’t want to be stuck counting pets, sheep, and such.

Close your eyes, little sunshine, sleep’s not what it seems:

You will soon grow up and thrive in moonbeams.

Photo credits: Iryna Volkovska