Sun glares from atop the picket fence.
Hills play in soft Grass below.
Wind tickles tips of Cornstalks
And makes them laugh.
Hay melts into gold Sky
As Hummingbird plays hide‑and‑seek amidst tall Weeds.
Finally, Sun drifts lazily to bed.
Startled, Hills and Grass cease their games.
Cornstalks flitter one last time
Only now, instead of laughing they're yawning.
Hay shines bold against Stars in mellowing Sky.
Hummingbird says "goodbye" to friendly Weeds.
The playground is closed.