Sunrays hit the parking lot,
This place is cool instead of hot,
The palm trees catch my eye;
As I look up into the beautiful sky.

There are no other buildings,
Save for one pavilion,
No cars or people are around;
Just me and not even a bird to make a sound.

But I love it here,
This place I hold very dear,
In my mind's eye and my heart's door;
Just waiting for me to explore.

Other trees and bushes are in the Forest,
But right here is where I'll stop to rest,
This place which I hold dear to my heart;
Remains: Sunrays in Grenolds Park.

*~Marian~