Beautiful Bedtime: Guided Imagery For Reparenting

The evening is coming.

The sun sinks to rest.

The rooks are all flying straight home to their nest.

Caw,

Says the rook as he flies overhead.

It's time little people were going to bed.

The flowers are closing.

The daisies asleep.

The primrose is buried in slumber so deep.

Shut up for the night,

Is the pimpernel red.

It's time little people were going to bed.

The butterfly,

Drowsy,

Has folded its wings.

The bees are returning.

No more,

The bird sings.

Their labor is over.

Their nestlings are fed.

It's time little people were going to bed.

Here comes the pony.

His work is all done.

Down through the meadow he takes a good run.

Up goes his heels and down goes his head.

It's time little people were going to bed.

Good night little people.

Good night and good night.

Sweet dreams to your eyelids till dawning of light.

The evening has come.

There's no more to be said.

It's time little people were going to bed.

With that,

You want to hear one more?

And you can see the pictures in your mind.

How does that sound to you?

The evening is coming.

The rooks are all flying straight home to their nest.

Caw,

Says the rook,

As he flies overhead.

The flowers are closing.

The daisy's asleep and the primrose is buried in slumber.

So deep.

Over the night is the pimpernel red.

The butterfly,

Drowsy,

Has folded its wings.

Their nestlings are fed.

Little people were going to bed.

Here comes the pony.

His work is all done.

Down through the meadow he takes a good run.

Up goes his heels and down goes his head.

It's time little people were going to bed.

Good night and good night.

Sweet dreams to your eyelids till dawning of light.

The evening has come.

There's no more to be said.

It's time little people were going to bed.