The Laughter of Children

In fields where golden sun unfolds,
Where stories yet untold,
There echoes through the verdant glades,
The laughter of children, like serenades.

A melody pure and free,
That dances on the breeze so carefree,
Giggles and chuckles fill the air,
A joyous sound beyond compare.

The whispers of the wind in play,
Joining hands with laughter all day;
Through meadows bright and azure skies,
Where innocent laughter never dies.

When shadows stretch and day grows dim,
Their merry laughter never grows slim,
For in their hearts, a sunlit place,
Blossoms a never-ending grace.

A Symphony of Pure Delight

In playgrounds where the colors gleam,
A joyful chorus, a happy theme;
Swinging high towards the blue,
Laughter weaves dreams anew.

The lightest touch of a tickle or joke,
Ignites a spark that makes them woke,
To a world unseen by jaded eyes,
Where only truth and joy arise.

Their laughter, sweet like morning dew,
Seeps into souls, a hope so true;
A universal language known,
Where purest hearts have always grown.

So let us cherish, guard it well,
That precious laughter's magic spell;
For in its sound, there seems a cure;
The laughter of children, so pure.