Sleeping child swings in cradle
To its rising creak sound upon
A pristine sleep in closing eyes.
Creak is a mom’s hand rocking
The child softly to sleep rising
Like a bird’s in a tree’s foliage.
When branch creaks in a wind
In fluctuating sleep in foliage,
Darkness tweaks a bird asleep.
Mom’s hand sleeps like wind
In tree, rocking bird to sleep,
Sleep to sleep,in rise and fall.