Grit

She spots them -
Sporting gleeful spirits,
Determined to figure it out.
The slanted circle
Rotating in the spin of those youthful gaits,
Now faltering
Landing on the mulch.
Playful mirth
Fills the chill winter breeze.
They go on..
Amid all those attempts
Being guided by the lady behind the lens
"This way! Legs Inside! Roll at once"
She dispenses instructions.
The bystander looks through
Smiling. Soaking it all in.
They keep at it, failing, falling,
Flapping around in joy!
Ah, the Physics of Fun.