Un niño
Un auto
Una luna
Una noche
El niño,
asombrado,
mira a la luna
moverse.
La noche avanza
y la luna también.
Sólo los montes
la ocultan
por momentos.
“Me sigue”,
dice el niño.
La madre, mirando,
le dice
“Nos da luz para el camino”
El niño
pega su rostro
a la ventana.
la luna se mueve.
“Y cuando no hay luna?
A donde se va?”
dice el niño.
“Se va alumbrar
los caminos de otros
niños que viajan”,
Dice la madre.
El niño sonríe,
y mirando a la luna
se duerme
en el regazo de la madre.
Hello, dear friends of Hive and Blockchain Poets. This is my first post in this community, which immediately attracted me when I discovered it since poetry is one of the things I like to write the most. A pleasure this discovery and to share with all of you. My first entry is a children's poem that evokes the feeling we have all had as children that the moon is moving. I hope you like it.
A child
A car
A moon
A night
The child,
amazed,
watches the moon
move.
The night advances
and so does the moon.
Only the mountains
hide it
at times.
"It follows me,
says the child.
The mother, watching
says to him
"It gives us light for the road."
The child
sticks his face
to the window.
The moon moves.
"And when there is no moon?
Where does it go?"
says the child.
"It goes to light
the paths of other
children who are traveling,
says the mother.
The child smiles,
and looking at the moon
falls asleep
in the mother's lap.