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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