The sun is shining,
Bright and high,
The skies so blue,
Not a cloud in sight,
As the children play,
Their parents lay,
Catching the sun,
Whilst preparing,
The picnic lunch,
With treats of many kinds,
Just waiting to satisfy,
Those hungry bellies,
They give those children,
The energy to thrill,
As their lunches are done,
Their minds spell The word fun,
Racing away,
For laughter and play,
With a playground they run,
Skies trees grazed knees,
But still they run,
Fuelled for fun,
As the time will pass,
Parents feeling relaxed,
Home time they say,
As they think what a great day.
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