There's a forlorn, lonely bench in the park, right by a stream. Fragmented branches obscuring creating mystery like a dream. No bare ground within my view, plants and flowers set a mood. Such a cozy, friendly place for a quiet interlude. Bring a friend, girl or guy, soak up, enjoy the scenery.
Blossoms peek out welcoming, nestled in their greenery.
With Me Clouds form here, mist puffs there forming visions in the air. I see a plane, you see a flower, these patterns alter by the hour. Come spend special time with me, swim in the lake or climb a tree. Time races by, none can be spared. We'll remember joys we've shared.