poetry for kid

stuff of the moon
storm
i saw him once before
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
daughters of time
wheel me down by the meadow
blossoms of babies
i am the wind that wavers
why so sad my lovely one?
have you seen walking through the village
which i wish to remark
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
gone are the three, those sisters rare
over the river, on the hill