Groove yard

The children cries and paid several noises

Like a bird that never stop to fly
I saw the face and thought as I have… where
Every sing around backyard at school tell me the way…

Every night with no cloudy turn to stars and moon explain the story,
Spent more Power, light, cheer, to mock the guilty of the darkness…
For many times, wind and glace runaway, rolling everywhere,
But, there is no place to see… to share around.

Nobody nerve to show, but none fear away…
Every place filled by food print and smell of them,
Teachers announce a sing at the voice…
But the notify tell them different,

Children feel free with babies cries and cares,
Parents look out for the thunder and the rain away,
No lesson for the time being… the day repeatly
Cries for noise, never care…

In the garden children talk with the hero grass and gentle root,
In any side bees fly back and forth to steal something up…
The flowers nectar cry and shown several ants to join together,
Seems like the children who never care about some noises…

Day and night always full by “noising games” in the garden.
No calls and no advices for the next trip,

Children care about the backyard and the blossom around,
Smile, smooth, and care….
Then smile, smooth and care…