Shadows
Shadows tell me, tell me what?
Tell me shadows tell me not.
Nothing has a shade to say
Till in night he dies away.
Sunrays tell me, tell me this:
Tell me sunrays shadows miss.
Missing shadows all the day,
Yet they're never far away.
Sunray, he is never sad;
Missing Shade is miss most glad.
Hit, he does, the "it"s he hits;
Striken "it", it never flits!
Copyright © Brian Faulkner | Year Posted 2008
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