For flowers that bloom about our feet; For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet; For song of bird, and hum of bee; For all things fair we hear or see, Father in heaven, we thank Thee!

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

The kites

Up in the air See the kites fly. Like coloured birds In the wind-whipped sky.

I wish I were small And light as air, I would climb on a kite And sail up there.

Then I'd drift upon The paper wings And hear the songs That the wild wind sings.

What fun it would be To look right down Over the park And the rooftops of town.

The people below Would stand and stare And wish they were me High, high in the air.

Daphne Liste

And just like that the greatest poem was written in one word