And They Dance - A Poem

The tall trees sway.
Underneath, children play,
sing songs in the shade,
prance around the glade.

The happy breeze blows,
and only God knows
what will be, or not;
they give it no thought.

They dance and laugh
while the daylight lasts.

Thanks for reading! It was quite rude of me to originally forget my thanks line. Thanks to Hive account@geekorner for talking with me a lot about a few lines here. In the end, a small change was made that made it a lot better, though he did think some bigger changes were needed.

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