A soft newborn bedtime story where evening arrives color by color: yellow, red, green, blue, and then the gentlest dark.
The day is ending. But evening does not come all at once. It comes color by color.
The little hill is full of color now. The yellow sun, the red rooftops, the green grass, the big blue sky. Everything is awake. Everything is bright.
hush… Yellow leaves first. The sun packs it up, all of it, every last drop, and carries it down behind the hill.
Goodbye, yellow. hush…
Red goes next. It climbs down from the rooftops, slow and quiet, and curls up inside the tulips as they close for the night.
Goodbye, red. hush…
Now green is sleepy too. It slips low, lower, lowest, and hides deep in the grass. The grass holds it gently, like a secret.
Goodbye, green. hush…
Only blue is left. Blue always stays the longest. Blue does not go far. Blue stays close.
It stretches out over the house, over the hill, over the tree, and becomes the night sky.
Deep blue. Soft blue. Sleepy blue. Goodnight, blue. hush…
And then comes the dark. The softest dark there is. It settles like a blanket.
Over the hill. Over the house. Over you.
The colors sleep. You sleep.
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