It's midnight on the farm. Somewhere two white horses lie down in the hay and dream of galloping over green hills.
In the deep dark of midnight, everything on the farm sinks gently into dreamland. For one small child who watches through the window, that mystical time between wakefulness and slumber is as peaceful and comforting as the country whose name is sleep. Soon, he too will go there, but not before he catches a glimpse of the dreams that will come to each creature under the turning stars.