In the park
In the park
where children play,
merrily skipping,
In the middle of May.
In the park,
where the wind blows
and across the water
ripples flow
In the park
Where laughter rings
in harmony with
the songs birds sing
In the park
where on the soft grass, families lie
blissfully sleeping
with the sun way uo high
In the park
where I sit,
troubles all gone,
my eyes brightly lit।
by Raiza