The only light is the illumination from the moon, shinning against the pliant.
The bars are Lonely as they long for a limbs grasp.
The creaking of the chained seats, drifting with the breeze; longs elevation.
The wheel has stopped spinning.
Feeling Lost, but fixed in place.
The shadows of the branches scare the small toy car left behind, Stranded.
Awaiting dawn, it longs for the smell of play-doughed hands.
Hours pass.
Closer to cheerful laughter.
The sun shimmers through the morning fog.
The hour Arrives.
Painted fingers coral the fine sand.
Sweaty bums hit the chained seats.
The wheel begins to turn.
Long braided hair flutters.
This is Lakou Rekreyasyon
The playground.