dreaming song, part two

Gentle as a humming stream
so my baby sleeps
and dreams perhaps
of running hills
and waves rolling in,

Above his head
the starry sky,
at his feet
a garden green,
in his ears
are singing birds
about the dancing trees

Nothing is too high
for tiny hands to reach,
where great balloons
rise with the dawn
and kites fly in the breeze,

Soft as a whispering wind
so my baby sleeps
and leaning in close
I breathe him in
and plant a goodnight kiss...

see part one here.