Luna's Lullaby Sky

When the sun yawns its very last yawn… and the sky turns a deep, sleepy blue… something magical begins to happen high above the rooftops.

In the tallest tree of the quietest forest, a little owl opens her round, golden eyes. Her name is Luna.

Luna has feathers as soft as moonlight… and a heart as warm as a bedtime hug.

Every night, when little ones around the world cannot quite fall asleep… Luna knows. Somehow, she always knows.

She tilts her fluffy head. She listens. And tonight… she hears the tiniest little sigh, floating up from a window far, far below.

Luna ruffles her silver wings. She stretches one slow wing… then the other… and gives a soft, sleepy hoot into the hush of the night.

It is time to weave a lullaby from the stars.

Above her, the sky is sprinkled with thousands of tiny twinkles — like sugar scattered on dark blue velvet. Each one hums the softest little note, too quiet for anyone to hear… except a wise old owl.

Luna spreads her wings wide. And without a sound… she lifts into the sky.

Up, up she glides. Past the sleeping treetops. Past the dreaming clouds. Up to where the stars are waiting…

…waiting for Luna to begin her lullaby.