Happy Time

Happy Time

Joyoussmallchildren, joining theirhands
Around in a circle, playing to song.
Precioussmall boys and sweetLittle girls;
Smiling and spinning aroundforso long.

Golden hair gleams in the sun,
The air is cool and blindly clear.
Vivid colors blurring now,
Scent bursting from Autumn flowers near.

Children are uniquelyspecial
their lives are clean and pure.
Their innocent lives lead onward
To teach us how we can endure.

IlaMae Stucki (c) 11/1/11