A little girl smiled and said, "My brother is hot." The small child pointed at him and whispered, "Brother Leo feels warm." The little boy said, "Sister Mia feels warm after running." A young girl touched her rosy cheeks and said, "I am too hot." The child looked at Uncle Ben and said, "Uncle Ben looks hot today." A little girl stood in the summer sunshine and said, "He must be feeling very hot."

The clouds float by slowly, puff, puff, puff. The world is warm and happy, and the little sun is ready to play.

After a long day of fun and games, the sky grows wide and sleepy. The little sun begins to feel tired too.

The little sun begins to yawn, a big, wide yawn. Its golden rays stretch out lazily across the horizon.

It slowly moves down, heading towards a soft, purple mountain, blink, blink, blink.

The sun hides behind the mountain peaks. The world says, "Hush, hush, hush," as the bright light turns into a gentle, sleepy glow.

Now the stars come out to twinkle, twinkle, twinkle in the deepening night sky.

The little sun is tucked in tight behind the hill, safe and sound. It closes its eyes, drift, drift, drift.

The silver moon rises and watches over the world, singing a quiet, soft lullaby to the sleeping sun.

Everything is calm, everything is still. Goodnight, bright sun, goodnight, sweet world. Peace is here, warm and deep.