No Tapu te Ranga ahau | Kaelin Spence, Ashley McCloy, Rory Maher, and Hugo Johnston

In the morning, the wind blows in my window

it tickles me and wakes me up.

Bird houses swing in the opening gale.

I can see:

squiggly lines like a spider’s nest,

twinkling leaves,

a leaf like a sprinkler spurting water,

waves beyond the seashore.

The sun shines like fire bursting out!

I see bugs like mini creatures,

swishing waves like diving dolphins.

On the side of the road we see

moss like lava pouring over a wall.

Planes like carrots,

leaves with crinkly lines

like grizzly bears’ fur stuck together.

Toitoi like bunny’s tails,

gold toitoi like swords..

I see wood like

big old swishy logs.

Big old wooden crabs crouch at the roadside.

I see

the sky lights up like lightning,

kayaks like a big leaf.

Holes like secret hideouts,
little tiny flies doing exercise.