A Day in the Park
A breeze eases its way
Over my face, bringing a trace
Of the scents of the day
The sun's orb glows white
High overhead, while a tree shades my head
And creates a haven less bright
Bees dancing slow
Humming their song as they fly along
And swoop down so low
Birds' melodious choices
Placed in their head by their creator to wed
Our hearts to their voices
Perfection’s not here
But the blend of sensations brings contemplations
That divine presence is near
My heart fills with wonder
Reflecting and knowing, its gratefulness growing
Clapping with uproarious thunder