My eyes behold a sun-drenched field
Of bright green grass
Strewn with shimmering leaves
Made silver in the sunlight.
A young couple saunters around,
Bending down to pet a little squirrel
Who has learned to comingle with the people
In this park of peace.
The church bells play a merry,
Then a somber song.
I wander along, and I myself stop to say hello
To a little squirrel.
I take a seat on a green bench along the walk
To watch the passersby and think
Peaceful and solemn thoughts.
A young man walking by—from out of nowhere, it seems—
A young man walking by—from out of nowhere, it seems—
Approaches me with his hand extended.
I shake it warmly.
He offers me a hug, and I don’t find this strange
In the least. I get up and embrace him,
He wishes me a good day, and I him,
Then he goes on his way.
Overwhelmed with gratitude, but a little
Dubious, I watch the leaves skip across
The pavement in the gentle breeze,
And the many shades of yellow, red, orange, and green
Of trees lit up by the sun,
Two squirrels as they run
Around the thick base of a sprawling oak,
And the people—the wonderfully mysterious
People—who have so much love to give,
They can barely restrain their hearts from bursting
Just from the simple sweet connections
They make along the way.
They make along the way.
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