The world might be a playground
A whimsical diversion from the fiscal reality
Endless laughter that pacifies the anxiety
Hugs replace hits, composure replace screams
The world can be a playground
Melancholy thoughts turn to blissful daydreams
Feeling the air and breathing the wind
A garden of grief becomes the garden in giverny
The world must be a playground
Bathing in the lake of the undaunted spirit
Although tears appear and the slips are pink
So are the roses that are clipped that bathe the core
The world is a playground
A wonderland that is a gift from within
Decisions made equate the mind of tomorrow
Shed a grin and take a turn… at the playground
