and look to the sky,
watch the pillowy clouds
as they pass on by.
The birds, they float
on without care.
Feel your breath escape,
and bring in fresh air.
The sun is shining
while children play.
With arms outstretched,
you decide to stay.
Roll onto your stomach,
remind of the fact,
the park is much better,
“I don’t want to go back.”
When hard at work,
it’s safe to say,
you’re not allowed
to lay and play.
But when in the park
on your break, your lunch,
you’re like a child:
you “like it a bunch.”
“Oh, what can I do?”
you hear yourself say.
“Call in to work?”
“I won’t be back today?”
Now for the moral
of this little poem:
spend time in the park,
you’ll feel at home!
*Note: Inspired by Theme Thursday, topic: Park
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