Euphonious giggles of youngsters at play

Are lifted by the early morning zephyr,

Carrying with it a whiff of clover blossoms

And flowering dandelions—

The dandelions that pushed their way

So defiantly through narrow cracks

Of the dry and weathered pavement

That made the greying sidewalk.

The sidewalk that was given color

By the sweet, chocolate puddle

Of a deserted ice cream cone

Forgotten by a carefree child.

A child whom the world envies

For having such laments

That comprise of only hornet stings

And ice creamed stained pavement.