The Park I Visit Often

Approaching from the sky,

Oh you exotic bloom.

Whereas everyone departed their way,

You still hold me with your love.

Whispering of these butterflies,

Remains as a source of glee to me.

Oh you black pew,

You always remind me to wait, the best is coming to you.

No matter, how much agony I'm in,

The fresh grass always shows the formal conduct of being.

Oh you bright sky,

Companion of my dry and high.

Merry-go-round I see,

Has so many rhymes around it.

These rays, coax me to grin like a Cheshire cat.

Just like us, these nestlings will learn how to garner.

Oh you lush garden,

You have so much calmness into you, just like this dove and olive branch.