She strolls around the welcoming park
the chains of the four walls just a memory
under a sky painted a Dali blue,
thin white clouds brush-stroked by the gods.
Verdant trees hiss in the warm breeze,
she watches with wonder as pink roses sway,
her troubles forgotten on this summer's day.
On a bench a drunken man rants
but only she listens to his angst
as she moves to where the roses dance,
their petals seemingly sprinkled with jewels
after the early morning rain
which adds such fragrance to the sultry air,
yes now she has cast away despair.
the chains of the four walls just a memory
under a sky painted a Dali blue,
thin white clouds brush-stroked by the gods.
Verdant trees hiss in the warm breeze,
she watches with wonder as pink roses sway,
her troubles forgotten on this summer's day.
On a bench a drunken man rants
but only she listens to his angst
as she moves to where the roses dance,
their petals seemingly sprinkled with jewels
after the early morning rain
which adds such fragrance to the sultry air,
yes now she has cast away despair.
