Children running around in the park,
Like the fire from the lighter ready to spark.
Seeing smiles on children’s faces,
Just like when you take off your braces.
Adults ranting about their daily issues,
While always getting ready to pull out a tissue.
The cry from the children falling off the money bars,
Like the fail of a plastic surgery leaving a scar.
Everyone racing to the ice cream truck at noon,
Afraid that they would not be able to catch the boon.
Searching and discovering in the bushes and shrubs,
With all coming back to gather together for a grub.
