The park sits in the middle of a bustling city
The skyline visable all around.
There are large oak trees scattered about
And winding paths hug the ground.
A gentle breeze pushes the soft grass
Back and forth with effortless might.
The sunlight pushes its way past the leaves of trees
Creating dappled, swaying light.
This is the city park, where children come to play
Tag and other mischevious games.
Their laughter almost drowns out the hard sound
That of a bustling city rightfully claim.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
Alone.
On a rock
Floating through the infinite
Grazing bright speckles of light.
Time is not a matter
In the night.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC