Good Night Sleepy Mite
Mike, a very sleepy green mite, tries different ways to fall asleep in his cozy bedroom but can't seem to get it right. He learns the importance of relaxing and finally drifts off when he stops worrying about sleeping.
A mite named Milly, so weary and sleepy, Tried drinking some water to help her feel breezy. She gulped it down quick, then hopped into bed, But the sleep that she craved still eluded her head.
Milly turned out the light, no more brightness was found. She snuggled up tight, but sleep wouldn't come 'round. In the shadows she lay, not a sound could be heard, But her eyelids stayed open, not a wink could be stirred.
Milly hid away all of her screens from plain sight. No phones, tablets, or TVs - just darkness and night. She closed her small eyes, but sleep wouldn't arrive, The lack of blue light just couldn't make her feel alive.
Milly grabbed her favorite storybook for a look. She read every page, but sleep was forsook. The words danced and blurred, her mind started to roam, But the sandman refused to bring her back home.
Milly did some light yoga, her body unbending. She twisted and turned, but sleep wasn't mending. Her muscles felt loose, her mind light and free, But the slumber she craved just wouldn't come to be.
Milly finally stopped trying, no more counting or scents. She laid back and breathed, with no more pretense. She told herself, "Sleep will come when it's due," And as soon as she thought that, her eyes gently flew. Good night, tiny mite, your rest has been won. You finally surrendered, and now you're done. Your colors so vibrant, your heart beating true, Sweet dreams, little mite, 'til the morning is new.
A mite named Milly, so weary and sleepy, Tried drinking some water to help her feel breezy. She gulped it down quick, then hopped into bed, But the sleep that she craved still eluded her head.
Milly turned out the light, no more brightness was found. She snuggled up tight, but sleep wouldn't come 'round. In the shadows she lay, not a sound could be heard, But her eyelids stayed open, not a wink could be stirred.
Milly hid away all of her screens from plain sight. No phones, tablets, or TVs - just darkness and night. She closed her small eyes, but sleep wouldn't arrive, The lack of blue light just couldn't make her feel alive.
Milly grabbed her favorite storybook for a look. She read every page, but sleep was forsook. The words danced and blurred, her mind started to roam, But the sandman refused to bring her back home.
Milly did some light yoga, her body unbending. She twisted and turned, but sleep wasn't mending. Her muscles felt loose, her mind light and free, But the slumber she craved just wouldn't come to be.
Milly finally stopped trying, no more counting or scents. She laid back and breathed, with no more pretense. She told herself, "Sleep will come when it's due," And as soon as she thought that, her eyes gently flew. Good night, tiny mite, your rest has been won. You finally surrendered, and now you're done. Your colors so vibrant, your heart beating true, Sweet dreams, little mite, 'til the morning is new.
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