Splendid Picnic

A bright morning
Out of the large barning
The friends planned a picnic:
Numbers, colours and shapes
They reached their spot:
The most beautiful park, not so hot
-With a huge lake.
What a lovely break:
To be surrounded by lush green grass,
Flowery plants and many a sass

As they had fun
Under the warm sun,
Numbers were very excited
And sang as the others too were delighted:
Count with us,
Add among us, Subtract from us,
Multiply with us, Divide by us,
We will still be us!
Measure with us:
Solid, liquid or gas;
Length, volume or distance
We are real, also imaginary;
We are abstract, also explanatory
We are the quantity, we are everywhere!

Enamoured by the pep
The shapes began beating to the step:
We are shapes, we are shapes:
Roll-and-roll circles
Roll-and-stall ovals
Stay flat and stable rectangles and squares
Roof of tower triangles, pentagons and septagons
Honeycomb hexagons and octagons
Few or many sides we have:
With many, many, many sides, we go round and round circling around.

Colours joined the band
Also with a gracious move on the sand:
Infectious shakes
Spreading many a tiny sand flakes.
It was a splendid display
Of colours in an array,
Mesmerizing everyone around:
The leaves on the trees and ground,
The birds fluttered their wings and stayed,
The moving clouds swayed:
The puffy cumulus clouds,
Sheets of stratus clouds,
And thin and wispy cirrus clouds
-All of which are Ice crystals's abode.

There was heavy exchange of water,
The winds grew fatter.
The winds blew stronger with the gig,
Notwithstanding, the clouds began to cry big:
One two and then many drops, it began to rain
Rained and rained, until the colours started to drain
They veered, weared and teared,
Many a hauling and teared:
Bits of their parts strewn around
To be washed by the rains, as they lay on ground.

Shapes came to their rescue:
Rectangles and squares for a cover,
And Triangles for the tower
They set a stage,
The rains not on gauge.
Few minutes passed,
They sang, danced and jazzed
Curiosity stirred
The winds whirred,
As the clouds jammed
To peep through the doors slammed
Earth began to tremble
With the lightning glares and thundering scramble,
Leaving lives at a gamble.

Now, the colors raised a plea
To make merry and glee:
“Dear clouds, Our strewn pieces behold,
And let Earth in peace”, their hands held in a fold.
The wind flew the strewn pieces onto the sky
For everyone to view them on the high.
Oh, what a splendid display:
A rainbow with the colors interplay.
They stayed there, under the clouds buried
And lined up, whenever the winds were furied.