Playfully displayed in the background,

Running randomly thru the trees,

The little locks of golden hair,

Tiny giggles roll thru the leaves.

The ease of happiness the child has,

Sunshine trickles up her smiling face,

Playful moments living hand in hand,

A child's life, smiling to us with grace.

Praise that it be, as it fills our hearts,

To feel the fond memories, once in the past

The childhood pleasures, creative in parts,

Yet fully renowned for joy that does last.

Amongst all the beauty, that god has to offer,

Tis none as so innocent, the child at play,

Though watching a timescape, the whisper of life,

We live thru the moments, our children each day.  

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