Dreamy
Ponad chmurami po raz pierwszy
Juniper przy bramie w pierwszy dzień szkoły stanęła, Na wielkie niebo patrzyła, o tym, co czeka, myślała. Otto, wydra-żongler, trzy miękkie piłki w górę rzucał, Ku trawie opadały, znów w niebo je podrzucał. Juniper się śmiała, lekkość w kolanach czuła, „Chcę z góry chmury zobaczyć!” radośnie zawołała.
Jej przyjaciel Wren, wargacz, w szklanej misce pływał, A czysta woda w niej lekko falą się kiwała. Juniper do kosza balonu weszła powoli, Miska Wrena spoczęła w miękkim pierścieniu na dole. Palnik cicho syknął, napięły się liny, I wznieśli się w górę w blasku porannej godziny.
Przez chmurę w błękitne niebo powoli płynęli, Juniper kosz trzymała, a Wren patrzył, jak lecieli. Wzgórze zmalało, pola rozpostarły się w dole, A chmury jak morze bieli płynęły dokoła. „Ponad chmurami! Jestem tu!” Juniper wołała, Wren w misce pluskał, gdy para obok siebie płynęła.
Przy Szkole Chmur balon osiadł na ganku, Na miękkim obłoku nad miastem, o poranku. Dzwonek cicho zadźwięczał — nowy dzień się budził, W ciepłym porannym słońcu siedzieli, a blask ich tulił. Wren w misce raz w tę, raz w tamtą stronę się kołysał, Juniper patrzyła, jak obłok łagodnie się błyszczał.
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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