The green leafy tree,
With a stroke of breeze,
Sweeps so free,
As it's trying to unfreeze.
The crimson petals slowly fall,
Swinging slowly to the ground,
From the leafy tree so tall,
The petals were earlier red and round.
The wind around the trees,
Like a satin blue cloth,
Blows cool enough to release,
The farmers suffering from drought.
the little blue birds come,
To perch on the branches,
And keep staring at some,
Love birds on the benches.
The floor clothed with grass,
Gets bathed with dew drops.
Jolly faced kids in a mass,
Play without fearing the cops.
When tired after a game,
The kids take a nap,
As cuddled into a frame,
On the caring mother's lap.
Some smile, some frown,
Some lives are in dark.
Some are never let down in this glorious park.
-Somya Mishra
