“A happy girl called Sally and her friends”

Sally giggles in the morning sun,  
A laughing sprite whose days have just begun,  
Braids bouncing as she runs beneath the trees—  
She gathers joy like petals on the breeze.

Around her, friends are never far away:  
There's Mia, bright as lemonade in May,  
And Hannah, gentle as a whispered song,  
And Tom, who tells tall tales the whole day long.

They skip through puddles after sudden showers,  
Make forts from bedsheets, crowns from wildflowers;  
Invent grand worlds where pirates seek for gold,  
Or dinosaurs return, both fierce and bold.

At lunch, they sprawl out on the grassy hill,  
Share apple slices, jokes, and dreams until  
The clouds have drifted far across the sky—  
They watch and guess which creatures might float by.

And through it all, dear Sally leads with laughter,  
Her kindness making every memory after  
A shining treasure—friendship’s gentle art,  
With Sally, happy girl, the golden heart.

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