Rain

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.