A Child's Laughter

In the delicate breeze, a youngster's chuckling moves,

An ensemble of blamelessness, unadulterated and valid.

Like the petals of a rose, spreading out in the first part of the day light,

Each laugh, a note in nature's sweet enjoyment.

In the glade's hug, where wildflowers influence,

The youngster's chuckling sprouts, in colors splendid and gay.

It reverberations through the valleys, over slopes and streams,

A song of happiness, past the span of dreams.

In the quiet of nightfall, as stars glimmer,

The kid's chuckling waits, a divine topic.

It paints the sky with amazement, in shades of sky blue and gold,

A heavenly material, where secrets unfurl.

In the calm of night, under the moon's delicate shine,

The kid's chuckling murmurs, similar to insider facts that main they know.

It winds through the haziness, similar to a string of silver light,

An encouraging sign, in the quietness of the evening.

So let us treasure the wizardry, that a kid's giggling brings,

For in its guiltless hug, our spirits take off and sing.

In each blissful chime, in each fun loving sound,

A brief look at paradise's beauty, on natural ground.