by Windy the Wandering Windling
(A Lullaby written by Windy for her great-grandson, Thistle.)

Chorus:
When, at last, the warm night breeze
rustles through green leafy trees.
Then, amid the branches brown
comes to rest my Thistle down.

With his laughter bright and gay,
he darts about in happy play.
Wandering where e'er he may,
he speeds through another day.
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Faster than a falling star,
he catches fireflies in a jar.
Throughout the day he travels far,
though the path is quite bizarre.
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With the speed of a horse
he races down the river course
seeking its spring fed source
marveling at the water's force.
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Unburdened by a single care,
he flies lightly through the air,
going where the breeze is fair,
with his fluff of purple hair.
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Eyes as golden as a koi
sparkle brightly in this boy.
Treating life as his toy,
he brings to us a touch of joy.
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In one place he does not stay,
chasing sunlight's every ray,
Face and body slight and fay
he has much to do and say.
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