The sun is low behind us
as we contemplate the view,
a vista to remind us
that we’re part of nature too.
We happily surrender
to the grandness of this spot
and know within its splendor
that we’re nothing but a dot.
Our shadows, in defiance,
take a more aggressive stand.
A family of giants
makes its mark upon the land.
LAND
People think that shadows pass
With sunset’s fading light
But that’s when shadows party-
When the daytime turns to night
We assume our fellow shadows
Are always waiting for our call
But when you close your eyes at night
They are not there at all
In sunshine they just copy
(Which can really be a bore)
But free to roam within dark
They dance and fly and soar
The darkness makes it possible
For them to leave your side
And when our shadows get the chance
They wander far and wide
So every night while you’re in bed
And sleep is close to hand
Dream about your shadow
Dancing free across the land.
Australian Children’s Poetry 