WHAT does the seed wait for underground? It waits for the tap of rain around; And the sky says, "Go, Little clouds, the seeds want you below." And down the merry cloud comes, Like the tap of a million tiny drums. And the flowers say, "Little cloud, we'll come out to play." And out they come in a pretty row ''" Red, blue, yellow ''" and laugh and grow, And they play with the rain and shine in the sun, And grow and grow till the summer's done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET: 48 by GEORGE SANTAYANA APOLLO AT LAX by KAREN SWENSON |