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