SUN IS A GIANT ORANGE TREE

Big blue whispers secrets tall,
Moon a pearl in starry shawl.
Why does wind sing, leaves all sway,
If no one listens every day?
Sleepy clouds in cotton dress,
Sun is a giant, orange tree.
Do they play on puffy beds,
Where do dreams fly with butterfly heads?
Raindrops drum on the window pane,
Tiny tears of happy rain.
Do the puddles laugh below,
When splashed by tiny fingers,
oh? Little hands hold dandelion fluff,
Wishes whispered, light enough.
Will they sail to faraway lands,
Held by magic in tiny hands?
World unfolds, a mystery bright,
Every question sparks a light.
Child of wonder, eyes so wide,
In innocence, truth may hide.
-WILLIAMSJI MAVELI