When you cannot find me,
You can be sure of one thing,
Life has taken over
or I've left on a whim.
Off to the park, I go
to my favorite spots.
Where I "hang" with green trees,
Or sit with the ducks.
The flowers are blooming,
The birds are a-chirping.
The grass is so green,
Spring's magic's occurring.
Some times blackbirds visit,
They approach me for food,
Some dare to get close,
Peck at me, become rude.
But complain, I will never,
In mutualism we exist.
It is all part of nature,
A part I won't miss.
©MoMoGrOw
It is a beautiful day, I wanted to share some photos of my favorite little park - an oasis in the city. Then this short poem came to mind. I have included a few photos anyway. Hope you like them
calming
natural
