Poetry For Children: The Games Of Sun And Rain © Poem by Roann Mendriq

The morning sun enjoys a game,
of happy hide-n-seek;
He's laughing now and all aflame,
as rainclouds sneak a peek.

They race and chase and disappear,
Behold! the bright blue skies;
Veiled in a moisty, misty blur,
They scud with raindrop eyes.

And then the sun swings deep and low,
He hides his smiling face;
He now decides its time to go,
without a single trace.

All afternoon the raindrops fall,
in games of catch-me-quick;
With flashes of a sudden squall,
like some silver magic trick.

The sun beams in for just a while,
in showers of golden rays;
Then with a lazy, dreamy smile,
He succumbs to a deep daze.

As he settles down to bed,
He switches on twilight;
Then he hides his sleepy head,
and yawns and says goodnight.

And then the stars come out to dance,
and play with Ladymoon;
Moonbeams glow with every glance,
for morning will come soon.

If only we could learn to play,
such games of simple fun;
We would never go astray,
Life's trophy could be won.