The Park

Round and round I walk on the path,
As nature encircles me in its grasp.
The stately trees are treasured friends,
Always standing around each bend.

The blue sky opens far and wide,

As the white clouds go floating by;
Their changing shapes lead to reverie,
Imagining who and what they might be.

The children playing can be heard all around,

Always a cheerful and pleasant sound;
A tiny oasis amidst the busy streets,
Where for a moment we can find some peace.

                                                             MAL 8/10/13