Run Poem by Donna banks

beneath that radiant smile,
lives a poor dead child.
hiding her secrets until today,
feeling like she must run away.

what colours of joy the child brings,
making us laugh and making us sing.
but suddenly the smiling and happy child starts to cry,
darkness and thunder is her lullaby.

the child is a gloomy sky,
run and run she wants to do
as fast as a cheetah,
'hurry.' she says. there's no time to lose.