Sitting on a park bench,
Observing beauty.
That surrounds me,
Feeling the gentle wind that brushes against my face.
As I witness the tree leaves swaying back and forth like lovers do when they slow dance,
I feel tranquility like the morning sun.
As I witness the beauty of the different flowers
Blooming around me,
Bringing new life!
To these dry bones,
That lies.
Dorment!
Oh how I hear the chirping of birds conversing above me,
Feeling the lush grass.
Biting at my heels,
I hear different people conversing
As they walk by.
Oh how nature is speaking
To my very core.
Telling a story,
Of beauty, and awe !
Streaks of the sun,
Are like paint strokes
On a canvas.
As night is upon us,
As the bustle of the day
Dies down!
And I am left here alone with nature
I feel at home.
