Having a good day

I turned my corner

And heard, 

A voice called out -

Good after-morning 

I skipped

I smiled

Headed on my walk 

through noon

To greet good afternoon

With sunshine on the high

I folded wings

With a content sigh 

Saw sun to its setting pink

With a good evening 

On the nigh

I know for sure

Though bones ache sore

I will slumber sound

Dreamlessly a good night

My dream was seen

And lived to full

With knowing light of day

And day dreamer when goes to bed

sleep is bedded light.