“Bean Song” by Annika Smith

Annika Smith (1980). The land of sea and fog, where the forest meets the sand. Skies are grey, a rain is never far over the horizon. The sleep steals upon me unawares and tumbles me into dream. When I cannot sleep I count backwards from 7 with color “red seven.” Then imagine a theme for the colors (flowers, gems, etc.) Crickets, waves, rain, wind…

“Bean Song” by Annika Smith

Sleep like a little bean growing in the garden,

Sleep like a bean hanging on the vine,

Sleep like a little bean growing in the garden,

Rocking gently in the warm sunshine.

Sleep like a little fish floating in the ocean,

Sleep like a fish in the deep blue sea,

Sleep like a little fish floating in the ocean,

Swimming freely happy as can be.

Sleep like a little bird way up in the treetop,

Sleep like a bird huddled on his nest,

Sleep like a little bird way up in the treetop

Dreaming of the things that he loves best.

Sleep like a little star twinkling in the darkness,

Sleep like a little star hanging way up high,

Sleep like a little star twinkling in the darkness,

Shining brightly in the nighttime sky.

Sleep like a little boy cuddled with a blanket,

Sleep like a boy tucked into his bed,

Sleep like a little boy cuddled with a blanket,

Close your eyes and rest your weary head.

Sleep like a little bean growing in the garden,

Sleep like a bean hanging on the vine,

Sleep like a little bean growing in the garden,

Rocking gently in the warm sunshine.

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