Puddles, puddles everywhere
from the raindrops in the air
wetting roads and footpaths where
those that pass by do with care
Gardens put their leaves up high
reaching to the cloud-banked sky
time for fruiting season nigh,
flowers blooming, by and by.
Farmers cheer for watered crops
and for filling dams for stock
Others groan just down the block
for the damage to their property
Out of the ashes
Up from the ashes the phoenix rose, with eagle wings and talon toes of red and gold, its plumage glows, healing ills and calming woes Into the air the great bird flew. Taking in a mighty view of the earth so clear and true from the sky of azure blue.