Sunbeams,
little rays of joy,
Nieces,
scooters, fountains
And
laughter.
So
much fun on the breeze,
I
fall deftly to my knees,
See
the parrots in the trees,
Where
children run amok,
Chalking
stories on the floor.
Rows
and rows of smiling faces,
Sun-hats
colouring the scene.
Pure
kids chatter
So
serene, a beauty scene,
Where
they can scream,
Unfolding
on the dream
They
dream,
In
brilliant sunshine
Covered
in cream.
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