Понравился весенний детский стишок Debbie Ouellet.

Invitation to Dance

Night windows and walls composed with a brush
of slatted ray ribbons, cobwebs and dust,
raindrops that dance on the face of the moon,
weaving their patterns, tapping out tunes,
and pasted on walls in dark umber tones,
while winds in the willow whistle and moan,
chasing through branches that bend with the rain,
scratch at the window and whisper my name,
parting lace curtains that sway in the breeze,
tapping my shoulder—“Wake up if you please.
Wake up, come out—to the window, climb down.
Let your toes sink in the rain-covered ground.
Let the rain flatten the hair to your skin.
Turn, throw back your head and let the rain in.
Laugh as it skips on the tip of your tongue.
Sway, step with the rhythms, circle then run
through long grass, through marshes, hilltops, and streams.
Give in to the rhythms. Shake loose your dreams.
Succumb to melodies etched on the pane.
Wake from your slumber, come dance with the rain.”