Share This Place

Share This Place

I share this place

with many others

as they amble through the park,

some staying until well after dark,

watching the horizon

turn crimson and orange,

azure skies

reflecting in their eyes.

The wind whispers sweet nothings,

caressing cheeks

and stroking their hair

with invisible fingers,

wispy and fair.

I share this place with insects and birds;

I hear the wren singing his words,

bees flying among the flowers,

raindrops dancing on them during summer showers.

Ducks float peacefully on the surface of the bay �"

I love sharing this place

in every single way.