Sitting;
On this old bench;
Made from old wood and covered in chipping paint
Feeling the breeze;
And listening to the birds chirp as they pass by
The sun keeps my skin warm;
And there isn't a cloud in the sky
My mind, usually flooded with thoughts;
Has become calm
I feel at peace
People, both young and old, pass by;
They seem to be feeling the same way as I;
And as quickly as this venture had begun;
It was over;
When I;
Woke up