Play time

Grubby little boy
With a brand new toy
Rolling around
Breaking new ground.

A new toy
Full of light
A new toy
Shiny and bright.

Playing hard
Playing soft
Caressing it
Holding it aloft.

Wrapping it in mud
Rubbing it clean
Shaking it fast
Painting it green.

Chasing in glee
Pinning it down
Laughing out loud
Watching it frown.

Through the rain
Through the frost
Holding it close
So it wouldn't be lost.

Throwing it down
Kicking it blue
Calling it names
Yet stroking it too.

And little did he know
That whatever he did
(after all he was just a kid)
It would never play
In quite the way
He wanted it to.

And one fine day
He threw it away
Tired of this game
That had no name.

And when it came back
To burn him black

All he could do
Through the pain
Was watch it go
Wildly insane

Looking on in wonder

Still looking

Not knowing

That all along
He'd been playing

With thunder.