Come be my friend and play with me,

For the sun is high, and the day is long,

And the hills are sweet, and the fields are green,

And the trees are wide to hide among.

Come take my hands and swing me round,

And round and round till the world grows dim,

And we fall to the earth, and catch our breath,

And rise, and begin all over again.

 

Poetry Section -  Poems for Childreren of the Light