Sitting at the Park

September 24th, 2007

The golden rays touching my skin
Warmth filling from deep with in
Water rippling small waves across the lake
A deep revitalizing breath I take
The breeze blows teasing my hair
It almost feels as if your there
Clouds floating aimlessly in the sky
As time continues to drift on by
Rustling leaves, the birds sing above
Natures touch, like your love
Calm, inviting, quiet and free
Filing me with hope, happiness and glee

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