“Now to the place where dreams take flight, Your bedroom, where textures hold you tight. Soft cotton, cool wood, a woolen thread, Natural touches that comfort your bed.” River stroked the rug, rough yet kind, While Emerson lay on pillows with nature in mind. “Touch connects us to the world we adore, A sense that brings nature right to your door.” Then softly she said, with her glow growing slight, “Sweet dreams, good night. Close your eyes until the morning’s light.”
Made with FlippingBook HTML5