The Park

A poem about my love of sitting in parks and enjoying my surroundings.

I love the park even with a dreary sky.
I love the park even with bare branched trees.
I love the park even when it is unkept,
Especially in the Springtime breeze.

What a wonderful season Springtime is,
When finally temperatures are lifted.
From the lows of Winter freezing,
New opportunities are gifted.

Spend our days residing in the park,
Chasing the moon under the dark sky.
This budding season is the mark,
Of a sun so bright and so high.

I love the park even with a dreary sky.
I love the park even with bare branched trees.
I love the park even when it is unkept,
Especially when I can do as I please.