simplicity
in the morning they wake
hair disheaveled, eyes drooping
the music still plays louder than ever
a lively tune
as yellow as the sunshine
as alive as the butterflies dancing in the flower's sweetness
the day begins
words sorted
teeter totters raised, then lowered
stories about castles built high into the sky
told over and over again
it is all so good
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