Their small faces gleam, smiles as wide as their curiosity,
Thank you's can be heard because of the generosity.
Cheers of excitement ring through the tent,
Clowns appear with faces content.
In their places the show begins,
Hearts of the young and old, their purpose to win.
Lions roar within the distance; slight fear is suddenly shown,
Each clown begins showing their own.
Balloons are flying high attached to small, clutched hands,
Energy rises, along with children within the stands.
The smell of popcorn and cotton candy fills the air,
The lights dim with the sound of a snare.
A small man with a tall hat starts the show,
Spotlights focus on acrobats above with no net below.
Each child has their own special treat,
Imagination rules over what sugary thing to eat.
Lions, elephants, fire and more,
Nothing is impossible once you go through their door.
Happiness is the only thing to really be seen,
Millions of colors: red, blue and green.
Within this tent lives another world,
An escape from the troubles for every boy or girl.
With all the new distractions there are today, who would have ever believed,
The circus is still every child's dream.