There is one good poem, childish, and at the same time adult, and very touching. (This is about the falling meteorite.)

Roman Sef
Somewhere in space.
The Blue Meteorite.
You go and he flies.
You lie down and he flies.
You are asleep, but everything flies.
A meteorite in space.
You will grow up little by little.
You take ten pairs of galas.
The mountain of books.
You will become an astronomer.
And one night
You will go to acquaintances.
Suddenly the reproducer says:
"A meteorite fell into the taiga".
The whole world is excited, the world is noisy:
A meteorite has fallen into the taiga.
You will tell your friends in the morning.
Farewell to the City:
I will not come to you today,
I go out alone at noon.
From one of the expeditions".
You are eight years old today,
All the white light before you.
Somewhere in the universe.
Flying, flying, flying and flying
The Blue Meteorite.
The gift is precious.
As long as he rushes,
Hurry to study.