Park Stroll

Dazzling blue skies have lost their meaning White fluffy clouds don’t result in dreaming Leaves of the park are not slowly greening Weather left echoes of beautiful singing All it says to the world, lost in the feeling No perfect sunset, or children swinging Distracts me from the unfair dealing Begging does nothing, its power is fleeting Against all my asking and all of my pleading Ignoring the protests and doing what’s pleasing Grass does turn mocking, and the flowers all teasing, Left here alone, the brilliant day so deceiving.