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Description
Fizzy, soda-pop laughs
bubble up from bottle-neck throats
as bouncy-ball children
scamper, squeal, and spring about
the vast jungle-gym outdoors,
lounging in broccoli trees
and rolling down green-carpeted hills,
dipping tiny hands into
chocolate pudding mud and
finger-painting chubby cheeks:
war paint for the epic battle of tag
between fairy princesses and
knights in shining armor,
or perhaps dragons versus dinosaurs
(both sides roaring, snarling, and clawing)

Echoing cries of "Olly, olly out in free!"
ring like humming crystal in any
pair of ears (similar to tiny caves)
about this children's paradise,
soon to find frolicking streaks of color
whizzing past saucer-sized eyes
like a prismatic explosion;
all the while that bubbly laughter
continues to bounce about in the wild -
coming from nowhere and everywhere
all at once

But come the purple-dyed twilit hours,
the sound of searching mothers permeates
this chaotic cacophony of music
and, like all melodies, the laughter fades
until all that's left are the
talkative trees speaking with the wind,
the birds and bugs bedding down
for the night, and the little critters
silently scurrying home

Only when all are abed, snuggled up tight,
does the song begin once more...
softer...
gentler...
a hazy mirage under quilted stars
twinkling a soothing lullaby...
for the realms of dreams,
my dear friends,
have the sweetest melodies of all...

Description
Fizzy, soda-pop laughs
bubble up from bottle-neck throats
as bouncy-ball children
scamper, squeal, and spring about
the vast jungle-gym outdoors,
lounging in broccoli trees
and rolling down green-carpeted hills,
dipping tiny hands into
chocolate pudding mud and
finger-painting chubby cheeks:
war paint for the epic battle of tag
between fairy princesses and
knights in shining armor,
or perhaps dragons versus dinosaurs
(both sides roaring, snarling, and clawing)

Echoing cries of "Olly, olly out in free!"
ring like humming crystal in any
pair of ears (similar to tiny caves)
about this children's paradise,
soon to find frolicking streaks of color
whizzing past saucer-sized eyes
like a prismatic explosion;
all the while that bubbly laughter
continues to bounce about in the wild -
coming from nowhere and everywhere
all at once

But come the purple-dyed twilit hours,
the sound of searching mothers permeates
this chaotic cacophony of music
and, like all melodies, the laughter fades
until all that's left are the
talkative trees speaking with the wind,
the birds and bugs bedding down
for the night, and the little critters
silently scurrying home

Only when all are abed, snuggled up tight,
does the song begin once more...
softer...
gentler...
a hazy mirage under quilted stars
twinkling a soothing lullaby...
for the realms of dreams,
my dear friends,
have the sweetest melodies of all...