Bundles of joy dropped from heaven
Holding enormous possibilities
Acorns from which giant oaks grow
The hope and light of the world
Hearing squeals of laughter outside
I looked out...
Saw tiny feet running down the pavement
‘Wow.... See the flower in the air'
I watch children gathering on empty fields
With harvest over and the farmers gone
Books laid to rest and the school being closed
For sunny days and outdoor games they do yearn