I like walking in the park
I like to hear the birds tweet

I like the flowers in the springtime in the park
I like to draw with chalk in the park
In the summer, I can throw water balloons and have fun
I like all of the grass and all of the trees around me
In the fall we can make a leaf pile and jump into it!
In the wintertime, we can make snowmen and snow angles
And also a snowball fight!

I can race with my friends
I love all the fun you can play with your twin sister, maybe your twin brother, maybe a friend
Or maybe a big sister, or a little one -
Or a big brother, or a little one
You can play with your doll in the park
Maybe play with your robot

You can do so much fun in the park!

The simplicity of rhymes
freely flows
through the readers mind.
As simplistic words unravel
in an array of poetic babble
we channel
the memes of our muses.

No forced word can capture,
no college can teach
the aesthetics of laughter,
the glamour of grief.

The essay of brilliance
awaits in the zone.
The Muse and the Master
in the hearts of gold.

i drove down this road today
a road that’s tainted with your smile
your laugh
your eyes.
i drove until my eyes were blurry
and my lungs were aching.
even the trees sing your name,
throwing it around on a winter breeze.
you’re everything.
you’re everywhere.