Where are you going without me?
Said the cloud to the sunbeam
As it gaily danced across the sky.
I am going to kiss the flowers,
Join the birds in song,
And warm the butterflies.
I won't be long she sang out,
Her voice was light and gay.
I cannot tarry to talk any longer,
For a sunbeam this is a perfect day.
I'll tickle the wings of bumble bees,
I'll tiptoe through the meadows
And play hopscotch in the gentle rain,
And when the day is almost over
I'll gome back and play
Hide and seek
With you again.
12 noon
September 8,2003
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is written with such sweetness. It reminds me of one of my favourite children's books 'Of sunshine, rainfall, snow and wind' (or something like that - it was in German, of course)