A Park Bench
Deep
inside a forest like park,
Lies
a park bench near an old tree bark.
Falling
early light rays of dawn,
Smiling
through the tree leaves, illuminating the nearby lawn.
Darkness
lifting its misty shadowed cloak,
Everything
around, in the new essence will soak.
Dew
drops settling on the wooden bench,
The
nearby trees, the hedge and even the little trench.
Lost
travellers passing by in the seasonal summer,
Soft
birds chirping and bees buzzing; gently turning into a mummer.
The
fall colours set in with the red leaves of maple trees,
Bringing
the autumn season down to its knees.
Cold
winds blow as winter sets in,
Icicles
hanging from a nearby branch, as sharp as a pin.
Freezing
dew drops into snowflakes,
Time
for Christmas puddings and cakes.
No
leaves left except pine,
Growing strikingly in a line and a new design.
All
trees standing tall, flaunting only bare brown shoots that can be
seen,
Little
nests lay cozily settled in between.
Some
trees bending with the weight of the snow,
Cold
white dust flies all over, as the strong winds blow.
As
yet another year comes to an end,
With
time, each little creation in nature will bloom, blossom and mend.
-Sanaya
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