which whisper insidious messages,
wide-eyed he pauses to study
the park's trees dressed in cherry and white blossom,
a few silken petals flickering down.
The May sky is painted a vibrant blue,
he loves nature's restorative powers,
a soft breeze sways a rainbow of flowers:
opium poppies, forget me nots, delphiniums
patrolled by common white and admiral butterflies.
He yearns to remain in this moment
like a photograph but the film rolls,
the pink blossom will descend and decay,
trees become green once again
and yet his unquiet soul has found peace
just for now all his negative thoughts cease.