On A Park Bench
Hearing and seeing,
everything that goes on around me.
Smelling and touching,
the flowers, bushes and trees.
Wondering and pondering,
about all the people passing by.
What are they thinking,
What are they doing,
Why are they here?
I know what I’m thinking,
I know what I’m doing,
I know why I’m here.
I’m hearing the birds chirp,
and seeing the blooming flowers.
I’m smelling the scented bushes,
and touching the rough bark and the soft grass.
I’m wondering who lives in these houses,
And pondering; what’s the view like from there?
I know the view from here is great
I know why they’re here
It’s no great debate
I know I’m happy here.
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