Yellow boots splashing in puddles.
Yellow boots drowning out the sorrow.
Yellow boots covered in mud.
A small child in a yellow jacket smiles.
Running and playing,
like all children do.

Water falls from the sky,
the children laugh and fall,
not even their jackets can keep them dry,
from the sky's release.

Mud splattered cheeks,
and dripping matted hair,
nothing can make them despair,
they are invinsible,
to this world's darkness;
they manage to see the rainbow
that has been hided behind the clouds.
Their laughter like a becon,
calling the light to them,
where the colors surround them,
and shadows are simply shadows.

With each giggle, 
and smile,
with each high five,
and hug,
the grass turns greener,
the air cleaner.
The flowers come back to life,
birds sing, while crickets chirp
and frogs croak,
creating a symphony
more beautiful than any 
orchestra, 
bringing peace and harmony
to every creature around.

With each giggle
and smile,
with each high five
and hug,
the sun shines brighter,
and after the storm,
a rainbow comes out,
the colors a sight 
that brings tears of happiness
to the people's eyes,
for rainbows bring hope,
and hope is rare.

Yellow boots splashing in puddles.
Yellow boots bringing light to the shadows.
Yellow boots covered in mud, radiating joy.
A small child in a yellow jacket smiles.
Running and playing,
like all children do.