Why do the stars stay awake at night?

Why does a river have to hurry so?

How does the sun turn into a flower?

What makes questions grow and grow?

Me And The Sky

At night I hear the owl cry, Who!

And I hear the cricket reply, Me too!

I watch as the moon rolls half off his head

Into the starry field overhead

Then roving farther into deepest night

That which passes beyond human sight

Round and round my eye circles the sky

And low is low, and high is high

This Mad Race

I'm cross

All across

My face!

Your mouth

Turns south

In disgrace!

My eyes,

Two spies,

Mark your place!

You run –

What fun,

This mad race!