Y// My Waves (For My Youngest Readers)

{poem inside little story} - Hello, waves of the sea. - Hello, Hans, how are you? - Today I want you not to call me Hans, but Aufie. - Aufie? - Yes, Aufie is my poet name and today I want to write a little poem about about you. - Whoa! A poem about us? That makes us so happy, Aufie. And the waves showed me their whitest foam, that was ornamenting their dancing backs And they spoke in their sweetest voice ever. Here comes my poem: My dear wavety waves, Your soft enthralling voice sounds to me like a lullaby It helps me rest and eases tenderly my sleep at night My heart is really touched upon the wonderful sight of your dancing foam so amazingly and snowy white It shines in the evening sun, oh so bright - Aufie, this is nice, but this is only one stanza. Where are the other stanzas? - Dear waves, some poems have only one stanza Can call me Hans again now. - Dear Hans, we just want to know, when you talked about your heart Was this really true? - Yes - And when you talked about your tender sleep, Was that also really true? - Yes - That is so nice of you! We like your poem - Thanks my dearest wavety waves. - Thank you so much, Hans. When we want you to write another poem about us We will call you Aufie, - That sounds great, my friends - But then it has to have more than one stanza - Promised!