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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem