Here is a poem
about my regular day.
I took a walk,
watched tall trees sway.

I saw a blue sky,
the sun gave a wink
peeking behind leaves,
at midday‘s brink.

Dogs passed with their owners -
some in pairs,
and even a couple of loners.

My two feet carried me,
my arms held many bags,
and I thought to myself, you see,

𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵,
𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 -  
𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺.