How good to lie a little while <br />And look up through the tree! <br />The Sky is like a kind big smile <br />Bent sweetly over me. <br /> <br />The Sunshine flickers through the lace <br />Of leaves above my head, <br />And kisses me upon the face <br />Like Mother, before bed. <br /> <br />The Wind comes stealing o'er the grass <br />To whisper pretty things; <br />And though I cannot see him pass, <br />I feel his careful wings. <br /> <br />So many gentle Friends are near <br />Whom one can scarcely see, <br />A child should never feel a fear, <br />Wherever he may be.<br /><br />Abbie Farwell Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friends-475/
