Dreamy
Boven de wolken, voor het eerst
Op haar eerste schooldag stond Juniper bij het hek, De lucht was groot; wat wachtte haar om de hoek? Otto de otter, jongleur, gooide drie zachte ballen hoog, Ze doken naar het gras en vlogen weer omhoog. Juniper lachte, haar knieën voelden licht, “Ik wil wolken zien, hoog in de lucht!” zei ze blij.
Haar vriend Wren, de lipvis, zat in een kom van glas, Het heldere water golfde zacht, als in een kleine plas. Juniper klom in de mand, knus, rustig en fijn, Wren zijn kom stond in een zachte ring, veilig en klein. De brander blies zacht; de touwen werden strak, En op dreven ze in ochtendlicht, rustig op hun gemak.
Door een wolk, de lucht zo blauw, Juniper hield de mandrand vast; Wren keek mee, heel trouw. Beneden werd de heuvel klein, de velden lagen wijd, Een witte wolkenzee lag om hen heen, aan elke zij. “Boven de wolken, ik ben hier!” riep Juniper blij, Wren zwiepte in zijn kom; ze dreven zij aan zij.
Bij Wolkenschool daalde de ballon neer, Op het zachte wolkenterras, hoog boven de stad, als een veer. De bel klonk zacht; een nieuwe dag begon, Ze zaten naast elkaar in de warme ochtendzon. Wren zwiepte heen en weer, het water bewoog zacht, Juniper glimlachte om de wolk in al haar pracht.
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Above the Clouds for the Very First Time
On her first school day, Juniper stood by the gate, The sky looked big; she wondered what might wait. Otto the otter juggler tossed three soft balls high, They dipped toward the grass, then sailed through the sky. Juniper laughed, and her knees felt light, “I’d like to see clouds from up in flight!”
Line Leader for a Whole Day
At dawn, in a nook by the shore, day began, A starling said, “Line leader! I have a plan.” One bowl of cereal sat on the sill, The beluga rose from the sea, calm and still. “First, cereal; then follow my way. I’ll lead our little line the whole long day.” The starling stepped out; the beluga swam ne
Ready, Set, and Ada Was Gone
At dawn, Ada rolled one ball beside a tree, Ready and Set laughed, “Come play with me!” Three cups of juice sat in a row, They sipped it slow, then watched the ball go. Then Ada ran past grass so tall, The meadow grew quiet, calm, and still. Ready looked left; Set looked right, They searched beneath
Everything Depends on Nia Now
At dawn, Nia the betta fish woke in her pond. The reeds whispered, swish, swish. The water was still. The little garden below the hill was thirsty. Corven the crow came to the pond. He was the town architect. He made plans for paths, pools, and tiny bridges. Moss the box turtle came too. He carried
Raindrops from the Sky
In the sea, tuna Ton swims smooth and slow, Swish, swish, swish, where the cool waves go. From up above come drops of rain, Plip, plop, tapping the sea again. Round little rings spread wide and round, Ton listens softly to the sound. On the shore, deer Ema and cow Mouka stand, Beside the sea on shin
Petal Counting in the Garden
Willa loved the garden. She loved the soft soil, the buzzing bees, and the little splish of the fountain. Most of all, she loved painting. Her watercolour paper waited on a small easel. Her brush waited too. Tap, tap, tap. Beside Willa sat Caper, her chameleon friend. Caper was curious. He looked th
The Quiet Whisper and the Loud Shout
At dawn, in a quiet room, Bayani heard, “Hush, hush!” A tiny sound beside the door: a soft and secret brush. “Is that you, Siko?” Bayani asked. “Come share the air.” Siko whispered, “Here I am. I’m hiding there.” Kawi called, “Good morning!” with a voice so big and bright, His booming call shook sle
Splish Splash or Dusty Patch
Swan woke with a wiggle and a giggle. The morning was fresh. The pond went, “Splish! Splash!” Swan stepped in. Step, splash, step! Water tickled the feet. Water kissed the wings. Water ran down the long neck. Swan shook once. Shake, shake, shake! Drops flew like tiny bells. “Wet!” said Swan. “I am w