I see a pretty picture

But it is not complete

The park bench is empty

Where two people should be

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And where are the children

Laughing as they speak

One counts aloud

In their game of hide and seek

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And what about the dog

Splashing in the pond

Sniffing out bullfrogs

While staying in too long

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Of course, there is ice cream

Double-scooped on sugar cones

They melt and drip to the ground

Adding color to crushed stones

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I see a pretty picture

Full of possibility

Because daydreams become

Whatever you wish for them to be