Little kids come to play, with laughter in their eyes,
Underneath the open sky, where dreams begin to rise.
Their giggles fill the air, like music sweet and clear,
As they chase each other 'round, without a trace of fear.
In a world of make-believe, where anything can be,
They build castles in the sand, beside the shining sea.
With imaginations wild, they soar on wings of flight,
Exploring every corner, in the golden morning light.
Hand in hand, they skip and hop, with joy in every bound,
Their laughter like a melody, in harmony resound.
Through fields of green they wander, with wonders to explore,
In their simple games of tag, they find so much more.
Oh, little kids come to play, with innocence so pure,
Their spirits light as feathers, their hearts forever sure.
In their laughter and their smiles, the world finds its delight,
As they dance in endless joy, beneath the sun so bright.
@The Book Owl
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The Book Owls Collection By J.C. Bauzon
PoetryJust some random poem that may help and maybe to relate life unto something that only you can know. Anyhow the book known owls collection of poetry was all knowledge stored with well experience in poetry whether failure and success.
