Picnic Day
At Pen:
A small poem on International Picnic Day
The blue sky,
Stretching through the horizon,
The green fields,
Consisting of grasses fresh and anew.
The cool air,
Blowing your curls and hair,
Everything seems different,
Everything seems not so apparent.
The nature’s bounty,
Abundant in its form in the county.
Is perfect for going out,
And setting the best picnic.
Playful laughter of the children,
Gossips and other things hidden,
Everything seems beautiful,
Nothing seems immovable.
Picnics are one’s happy day,
Where both adults and children are gay.
It is a time when everyone is merry,
Eating sandwiches, juices and different kinds of berries.
Picnics are loved by one and all,
No matter how much they drop and fall,
Setting up picnics with friends and families,
Portrays happiness as well as your humanity.
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