At The Park

I sit inside the park, on a bench, so my thoughts I can ponder About why I am here and also out yonder, I see the squirrels and the birds and the many caretakers As they thrive and survive and cleanup God's acres. I watch the people as they walk and as they enjoy their day They look at the flowers and the trees, I wish I could hear what they say, Maybe they are just giving thanks to God and also unto the outdoors What that we have now to enjoy, once was only yours. A small breeze arrives I now watch the dancing of the leaves The grass is now bowing to the wind, at least that is what my eyes perceives, I see the colors of nature that would surpass the crayons in any box The clouds and the park now give me many creative blocks. I look towards the pond to watch the dancing water in the fountains In the backdrop, I can also see the many beautiful mountains, Then that quietness and serenity ends with a loud exclaim From the crack of a bat, from a nearby Baseball game. Inspiration it now surrounds me as I sit alone, on a bench, inside the park Many of my own questions are answered, in the daylight and not in the dark, My soul is now joyful through beauty, and entertainment, and delight I now take out my pencil and paper; I then begin to write. Randy L. McClave