On the edge of a neatly made bed, a child sits quietly, knees hugged to their chest. Their gaze drifts from the world outside the window to the familiar toys scattered in a wicker basket, their colors softened by the fading light. The hush of evening settles, weaving a gentle cocoon around the room as the day’s final moments linger in the air.

"Goodbye, toys. You’ve had your play. You’ll rest in your basket until a new day,"

"Goodbye sun and the grass where I lay, goodbye swing that flew me away,"

"Goodbye to the laughter, goodbye to the frown, goodbye to the moment that turned upside down,"

"Goodbye worries, goodbye cheer. Goodbye whisper that says, ‘I’m still here,’"

"Goodbye today—both little and grand. You slipped through my fingers like soft, gentle sand. Now under my blanket, I quietly lay...Hello, dreams. Goodbye today."