A Day in the Park

I could pen a blog entry, but let's pull another Poem out of the archives for today.  I would like to tell you I wrote this under a majestic oak tree on a beautiful morning, but like most of my poetry, it just came to my head while sitting around.  I don't make this stuff up, I just write it down.

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

The chorus complete
With laughing and giggling, rolling and wiggling
And pattering feet

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