In fields of green and skies so wide,
The children laugh, the children slide.
With every step and every song,
They learn where hearts and minds belong.
They chase the clouds, they count the stars,
They build bright dreams in mason jars.
The world’s a book without an end—
Each tree, each bug, a faithful friend.
Their questions bloom like flowers bright,
They find new wonders in the light.
With curious eyes and muddy hands,
They learn the world, they understand.