Why
Why does the grass make my feet wet as I walk in the morn just begun?
And why is it green, not blue, or pink, or golden like the sun?
Why do the waves on the river make patterns as they flow?
And why do swans float against the tide, when the other way's easier to go?
What makes a squirrel climb a tree and why do birds learn to fly?
And why do crabs walk sideways and don't get sand it its eye!
Why do fish swim together, instead of swimming alone?
And why don't they bump one another, why don't they shout or groan?
What makes the sea so salty?
What makes the sun so bright?
What makes the sun shine for me today?
And the moon come out at night?
Why do the stars to twinkle and what makes a baby smile?
And why must I ask why all the while!
Spider's Web
I watched a spider weave its web
From tiny little bits of silver thread
It grew into a masterpiece.
In awe I saw it catch a fly
And while I watched it slowly die
It became wrapped up like a present.
The spider stored his meal away
To be eaten on another day
When it hungered for a treat.
It ran out to repair a rip
That the fly had made at the end of its trip
And the spider's new home had been broken.
Fascinated I continued to watch
As it darted out each time to catch
Its dinner, lunch and supper.
Every time the web vibrated
The spider appeared and deliberated
Over which meal this one would become.
Raindrops now falling from the overhead cloud
The spider checks the web; he's very house proud
And finds the web now dripping with crystal jewels.
The rain has stopped, the sun has appeared
And to the web I found i've neared
To see the amazing light display.
What a perfect hour i've just spent
Watching the spider become content
And seeing the delights of nature unfolding.
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Secret
I look from my window
The moon is shining bright
Everywhere is calm
On this warm summers' night
The stars are sparkling
The night is hazy
People are sleepy
Tired and lazy
Contentment on faces
Of old and young
Skin slightly burning
From the afternoon sun
Creatures are active
They thrive in the dark
I walk through the trees
Carve my name in the bark
I smile to myself
Happiness is all around
I giggle with pleasure
Of the place I have found
Only I know it's there
It is my secret place
Over the bridge I see the river
Reflecting back my own face
This is where I long to be
Where everything is fine
Do you know where this is?
Of course not - because it's mine
Rain
Running its race
I watch the rain
Trickling down
My windowpane.
Joining its friends
They form a line
Increasing the chances
Of bettering its time.
Pitter and patter
The hypnotic sound
As it travels the window
On its' way to the ground.
Dripping and splashing
Collecting together
How interesting it can be
Watching the weather.
Rushing in streams
They group to a huddle
Wanting to be next
To land in the puddle.
That is where
Their race it does end
Accomplishing dreams
And meeting a friend.
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It's Snowing!
"It's snowing! It's snowing!"
The little boy cried
Wide-eyed with excitement
At the whiteness outside
A blanket that covers
As far as the eye sees
So pure and new
Even covering the trees
"Let's go for a sleigh ride!"
He's eager and keen
Spoiling the newness
Leaving tracks where he's been
Sliding down hills
Making snowmen
Throwing snowballs
At his older brother Ben
Toes tingling with cold
He doesn't seem to care
All this fun for one small boy
Surely, it isn't fair!
Time for bed now
The day has been long
He'll awaken in the morning
To find the snow has all gone
Moments
Time, ticking
Slowly, away
Never to be
Seen again
Always in the past
Creating memories
Seconds into minutes
Hours into years
At this moment
Now, that moments has gone
Stored in a secret place
On a shelf in the mind
Certain things
Bring them back
A special song
A photograph
Time is still
In a camera's eye
The moment is kept
Kept forever
Each moment
Passes with time
As I write
Another moment gone
The Brain Operator
He sits alone
In a pure white coat
Surrounded by monitors
Keeping things afloat
Camera nine isn't working
Something must be wrong
He phones the man in charge
To ask what's going on
"Just a technical fault"
Comes back the mans reply
"Then sort it," shouts the operator
He shakes his head and sighs
Everything is functioning
Up, down, round and around
Clicking, tapping as it moves
All a familiar sound
Signals being sent
For you to move your head
Next you have a yawn
Something tells you it's time for bed
The operator can close down now
Puts the monitor on automatic
He chooses a dream for you
Tonight - nothing too dramatic
He leans back in his chair
Checking things are okay
He's now retiring for the night
It's been such a busy day
