The flowers sway as the breeze pass,
the group of villagers go to mass,
as the children stay out and play,
making all worries stay away,
and as the day goes on,
making time feel half,
they have fun, a ton,
they just laugh,
much joy.
Enjoy.
Javier Falcon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zest-2/
