and the children play..

And the children play, they cant stop today..
to play endlessly in the mud and for the day to continue forever they pray..
the sun rises and spreads its orangish red rays..
in the mustard fields the small yellow flowers smiled..
and to the apple trees, they all attacked as a ferocious tide..
to this the gardener came with a stick..
and jumping across the fence and hiding in the old broken car, they all applied their trick..
panting hard and sweating like a river , they all come and lie down on the damp grass.
the cool breeze...did its work by making them all doze off in peace..
the sun went down , making the sky purple and as pretty as ever.
and the night sky with twinkling jewels and slim moon, made the children feel like dreamers..