Animals played on
feather clogged tubas
holding out their paws
inviting laughter to dance

Sun kissed the postmen
bald-headed and chuffed
delivering letters
trickling ink
to those who were patient

Children squealed
like little rainbows
with sorbet smeared shirts
the ting-a-ling for ice-cream
departing memory lane

Books battered and bruised in their case
golden spines cradled by a shelf
unfazed by their misfortune
their stories forever optimistic
a reminder that sadness doesn’t stay